Ford: The Dudnik Circle Book 1 by Esther E. Schmidt Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “Come in.” My voice cracks, and I remind myself to swallow back the grief. I’m head of this gang and need to stay focused.
    Afon walks in, holding a box. “It’s been scanned. Not sure if you want this, but that’s up to you.”
    He gives me a once-over and places the box on the bed. With a tiny sympathetic smile, he leaves the room and closes the door. The golden box on my bed says Versace on the lid. Opening it, I see a bundle of rope and the exact same robe Ford owns. Fuck. My pussy tightens at the reminder. Damn that man. Why, why did he have to be the guy who traumatized me? The guy who wanted to punish my father by hurting me.
    Closing my eyes at the memory, the black behind my eyelids fade and I’m back inside that room, years ago…
    My mind is still struggling; why am I in this room? My body is aching all over because my dad beat the shit out of me a few hours ago. I still don’t understand why my father would do that to me. He wanted to pack up and leave, so sudden and without any explanation. When I asked where my mother was, he hit me. The moment I fell to the ground, he started to kick and punch me. If it wasn’t for those guys barging into the house, I’m sure my father would have killed me. That’s how hard he was beating me. And yet… maybe he should have since it only got worse.
    My father is tied to a chair. The man I now know as Ford is leaning over a table and right in my father’s face. He’s angry. At nineteen I’ve never seen a person that angry. Not even my dad’s face had that kind of anger when he beat me up before these guys came and took us.
    “Thought you could slip through, did you? Unnoticed. Without consequences. Did you really think we wouldn’t know? Wouldn’t catch up? Even with the mask, we fucking knew it was you. Judgement day, fucker. Your time is now.” Ford’s voice is like ice. He’s the youngest guy in the room. Maybe a few years older than I am.
    I whimper as I hug my own body. The beating I took is taking its toll and this weird situation isn’t helping. There are two guys behind me; they look to be a few years older than Ford. There’s an older guy in the corner, sitting in a chair. He’s just observing. Like Ford is right now. His gaze seems to drill right through me.
    I swallow my next sob, as I should have with the one that got his attention.
    “Leave her out of this.” My father growls.
    Ford’s head whips to my dad. Before I can react my belly hits the table and I’m staring at my father’s shocked face. Ford is leaning over me, trapping my body between his chest and the table. I try to push up but he grabs my wrists and places them in front of me, pinning them to the table with one hand.
    His other hand goes to my yoga pants and in one smooth move he rips my pants and underwear down to my knees. He slides his palm over my butt cheek and I freeze while I hold my breath. This is not happening. These last few hours are a nightmare and I need to wake up.
    Staring at my father, Ford’s hard voice snaps out, “This tight pussy is mine for the taking. I will rip it in half and after that you will see your own blood pump out of your body while I’m still pumping my cock deep inside you. My cock will enjoy every vibration till your life ebbs away and your soul leaves this earth.” His breath is ragged. “That’s what you said to her. Your last fucking words. The last thing she heard… The last your fucking daughter will hear.”
    What is he talking about? Is he going to? I swallow hard while tears stream down my face. “Please don’t… please. No… please.”
    His hand leaves my ass for a moment. There’s a sound of a zipper and I feel heated skin touch my back. His hand is back on my hip, sliding down my front. I try to buckle at his touch but can’t do anything pressed over this table with my hands pinned in front of me.
    My father moves forward, regret and guilt in his eyes. “Take me, leave her out of this. She didn’t do