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

anything. Kill me, just…”
    My screams fill the room. I’ve never had sex. Never had a boyfriend. Never been touched there. I was saving that part of my body for one person… the right person. The one who would treasure me. Love me… Not create the fear that slices through my body… through my mind… both body and mind shut down. Unable to comprehend the horror, humiliation, panic, despair… a loud speed train of emotions is tearing me apart.
    The older guy in the corner, sitting on a chair speaks up. “Fuck her good, show that fucker of a father what he did… See that, fucker? Your daughter is now the one who’s being used, want us to videotape that shit? Fuck no, we’re not like you, asshole.”
    Then it’s all gone, his hands, his grip, he’s gone. Just as quick as he had me pinned and bared, he leaves me hollow and broken.
    …My heart is pounding as though trying to break free of my chest. I’m panting hard until realization hits that I’m not stuck in the past. I’m in my own bedroom, sucked into an old memory triggered by the man who just entered my life like he intended to enter my body all those years ago.
    Anger burns in my veins. The need to kill him. Looking down, I see my fists buried tight into the robe. Sliding the fabric from my fingers, the pain eases. Pain. The memory always ends the same. Abrupt. Like he caught himself before making a mistake…
    Not entering…
    Jumbled images flash through my mind. The way he came inside me when he had me tied up on his bed. Then left without a word, leaving me there. His shocked face in the mirror. Did he know? Did he remember who I was? Sometimes he kills the women he takes. He didn’t say… No, wait. What did Ford say to my dad when he had me pinned to the table? ‘ That’s what you said to her, your last fucking words. The last she heard… The last your fucking daughter will hear.’ Why would he say that to my father? My father said that? To who? When?
    Confused, I find myself hugging the robe when I see a note.
    “Please hear me out before you kill me. I owe you that much.”
    Fucker. I grab the bundle of rope and almost let my mind travel to the pleasure he gave me. Ignoring my sore pussy that serves as a double reminder, I see something hidden in the rope. When I unwind it, there’s a new phone in my hands.
    He probably thinks it’s a nice gesture to replace the one he stole. Or threw away or, whatever. My annoyance and anger get the best of me, and without thinking I hit the call button for the only number that’s programmed in the list of contacts. I freeze the moment the call connects. For a few long moments, neither one of us speak. Each of us is holding our breath. Waiting.
    Another few seconds go by before I hear him swallow and croak, “I’m glad you called.”
    Brought out of the moment, the only words I throw into the phone are, “You said… He said,” My voice turns into a whisper when realization hits. “What did my father do?”
    “I won’t tell you over the phone, miles away. It’s not something… I can’t, won’t. I need to face you and look you in the eye when I tell you my side of the story. Please .”
    Why does he get to me? He takes, he demands. He’s ruthless. He has a reputation that makes a grown man shit his pants. Yet this guy says please to me with the emotion like he’s on his knees, offering his soul.
    “Tomorrow. Noon. Old building on Gavinstar Road, you’ll get five minutes. Bring only one other person and I will do the same. You will leave when those five minutes are up, whether you’re finished or not. I don’t fucking care.”
    “I’ll only need two.” His voice turns husky. “Those other three I’ll use to be deep inside you again.”
    The fucker hangs up before I can kill the damn call or him for that matter.

Chapter Six
     
    Mind set on revenge.
     
    ***Ford***
     
    Water rushes over me, just like the memories of me taking her right here in the shower. So fucking sweet. I still