EroticReverie

“Where is he?” The large man growls as he pushes against my neck harder with his meaty hand and squeezes and I whimper. 

I shake my head because I’ve already told them that I don’t know. 

I’d been dating Jonathan for a year and apparently knew nothing about him when I thought I had known everything. 

My house was torn apart and I was currently in nothing but underwear and a t shirt as some bulky bastard practically spit in my face asking me where he could find my boyfriend.  

I didn’t know who the men were that had busted through my door without even trying to knock while I was sitting on the couch reading. 

I watched about a dozen men ran sack the entire place , listening to them rip apart couch cushions , tip over furniture and rip pictures from the walls, listened to them ransack every single room while the big bastard questioned me the whole fucking time. 

Questions like where is it? Where is he? When I asked where what was he hasn’t liked that and had slapped me. When I told him I didn’t know where Jonathan was , he didn’t like that either. Another slap.  

Most of the men had cleared from my house already but two stayed behind with him. 

“Fuck it out of her.” One of the bastards says as my eyes go wide and I shake my head. 

“I don’t know anything!” I say with tears flooding my face. I was scared and I was angry and frustrated that not one of them would tell me a single thing about what the fuck they were even looking for or why they thought whatever it was would be at my house. 

They also wouldn’t tell me what Jonathan had to do with it. But I could deduce as much that Jonathan had taken something from them.  

“Did he sell it? Where’s the fucking money?” The man at my throat growls. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I sob. 

“I- I know Jonathan , but I- I don’t know where he is.” I say. 

They made me try to call him. No answer.  

“He-he left this morning for work , that’s all I know” I cry. 

The man snarls and then grabs me and throws me to the ground and I fall to my side letting my hands catch my fall as I sob. 

One of the other men snatch me up by my hair and drags me across the room as I scream in pain. My scalp burning and then makes me stand and pushes me against the wall and I my cheek bone throbs with pain from the way my head hits the wall. 

“What are you doing?” the bastard who’d just man handled me before asks as I feel the guy who holds me now pin me with his chest.  

“She’s been useless” the guy growls as I feel him start to undo his pants. 

“So she’s gonna be useful in another way” he says his voice a low grow as I go to move and he slams me back against the wall. 

“Stay still or ill shoot you in your pretty head and THEN fuck you” he snarls and I tremble. 

Whatever Jonathan did , I’d kill him myself for putting me in this situation. 

“Boss won’t like that” the meaty guy says as I feel the guy behind me grab my panties and rip them down. 

“No! Please! I didn’t do anything!” I cry. “Please!” 

The other guys speak as I feel the man kick my feet apart and I go to move and he growls and then I feel a quick movement and a gun cock and is pressed to head and I freeze. Shaking so hard I can barely stand. 

“I’m sorry” I sob. 

“I’m not” he says. 

“Jonathan may be a fucking idiot but he sure left a nice piece of ass behind for us” he groans and the barrel presses harder against my temple and close my eyes and sob. 

“Please” I cry. 

The gun goes off. The blast deafening and I scream. I feel it leave my temple as I fall to the ground in fear .

I scream again when the guy who just had me pinned , is at the floor along side me with a pool of blood around his head and his cold eyes are open staring at me but not.  He’s dead. I scream again and scramble back and dart my eyes to the two men who are looking towards my front door and my eyes go there next. 

I see a cigarette drop to the floor then a shiny leather shoe step on it. My gaze goes from the shiny leather shoes up the body of a dark suit to two pairs of hands at the sides of his pants that lift and shove themselves into his pockets as he steps in and my gaze goes higher and I shiver at the face of a man who seems almost as dead in the eyes as the man he just shot dead. 

“Boss” one guy says. 

“We told him not to” the meaty guy says. 

The “boss” doesn’t take his eyes off me as I cower back another inch or two under his gaze. 

His face is sharp. Sharp jaw, sharp cheek bones , sharp prominent nose and sharp blistering ice blue eyes.  His brows are dark, his lashes too, his hair as black as his soul probably. 

His gaze goes to my neck a moment and then to my cheek where I know there must be a bright red mark from the slaps I received from the big meaty bastard. Even though this man just shot my almost rapist I fear him even more when he doesn’t say a word. 

“Says she doesn’t know anything.” The bulky man says. 

I quiver as the ice blue eyes go back to my neck and strangle marks of the bulky ones hands. 

Nobody seems to be batting an eye at the fact there’s now a dead man soaking the carpet of my home with blood. 

He just his chin towards me the slightest bit. 

“Did he do that?” He asks and I lift my hand to my neck and then the other touches my cheek and I shake my head silently. I know he’s asking if the dead man is the one that gave me the aching bruises.  His voice is angry , dark and deep and it vibrates in my ear with the gravely tone and sends shivers through me all the way to my toes. 

He looks to his other two men. 

The meaty one raises a hand behind his neck and grabs at it and without a word confesses that he’s the culprit.  The man with the blue eyes looks back at me. 

I jump when I see the boss man swiftly take his gun and raise it , cocking it and shooting the big man right between the eyes without even a glance at him.  

I scream and cover my mouth as another corpse falls to the fucking floor of my home. 

“Shit.” The only man left standing sighs. 

A second later there’s a bullet in his head too. 

I watch as his hand lowers with the pistol in it and he walks towards me. 

I back up , scrambling backward into the wall. 

“Please.” I beg , my voice barely audible as I shake my head. 

“Please don’t kill me.” I shake as he walks closer and I let out a breath when he puts his gun back in the waist of his pants.  

“Where is he?” He asks me. 

I break into a sob.  I was so sick of that question because I didn’t have a fucking answer. 

“I don’t know” I say and look down. 

“Stand up.” He says and tremble and take a second not even sure if my shaky limbs can bring me to my feet.  

He walks over closer and shiver with my panties around my thighs. 

He reaches to them and I gasp. 

“Please don’t-“

He swiftly pulls them up without looking down and I shut my mouth as he lets the elastic snap back at my hips when he lets go of them. 

“Go put some pants on.” He says and I just stand there looking at him. 

“I don’t know anything.” I say. 

“I believe you.” He says and I swallow and just blink at him. 

“Now. Go put some pants on, you’re coming with me.” He says. 

“What ? Why?” I ask and snap my mouth shut , knowing I’m stupid to question a man who just shot three men. Three of his own men. 

His jaw ticks. 

“I’m the one who asks the questions.” He says and then turns and walks through my mess of a house. 

Without looking back to me he speaks. 

“You have five minutes to get dressed or you’ll be wearing that for the rest of the day.” He says as he pulls out a cell phone. 

I hesitate but I turn and look at the three men bleeding on my floor. 

“56 Rose Lane” he says into his phone then ends the call and then pulls out a cigarette case and lighter from his suit jacket as he turns around and looks at me. 

“Get dressed Audrey.” He says. 

Because of course he knows my name. The other men did too. 

I turn without asking one of the million questions I have and go up stairs and get dressed.