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‘Callie, wait!’ Greg called as he ran after her.
‘I don’t want to talk Greg,’ Callia said
‘I’m sorry about the other day,’ Greg said after he’d caught up to her.
‘About going over a rape scene until I wanted to vomit?’ Callia asked grumpily.
‘For being an inconsiderate jerk. I know most women don’t like the idea of rape,’ Greg answered.
Cal, we’re late,’ Keely said as she and Laura walked up to their friend.
‘Do you guys really think this is necessary?’ Callia asked as her friend dragged her away.
‘Yes!’ Laura exclaimed.
‘He gives me the creeps,’ Keely agreed.
‘He is weird,’ Callia said glancing over her shoulder, shuddered when she saw the look on Greg’s face as he watched them walk away.
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‘Did you get her?’
‘No, not yet. Her friends intervened,’ Greg said, grumpily.
‘Don’t fail me Gregory. That little bitch’s family cost me everything!’ the man on the other end shouted angrily.
‘I won’t fail,’ Greg promised. He hung up the phone and glanced at the clock with a sigh. He had one last class with Callia today, and he knew Laura and Keely weren’t in this class, they were across campus. This was his last chance for two weeks to fulfill his promise to his older brother.
‘What do you want Greg?’ Callia asked, her heart pounding as he lifted her bag up off of the floor.
‘I wanted to apologize for the other day. I was out of line and more than a little creepy,’ Greg told her.
‘You could say that again,’ Callia grumbled, taking her bag from him and slinging it over her shoulder.
‘You shouldn’t carry that,’ Greg said.
‘I’m fine,’ Callia retorted stubbornly.
‘You’re what, six months?’ Greg wanted to know.
‘What do you care?’ Callia asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
‘I’m just asking. You look ready to drop,’ Greg observed.
‘It was a late night,’ Callia admitted, walking out of the class room.
‘Callie, please, just give me five minutes,’ Greg said, panic in his voice. He knew his brother wouldn’t be at the class room for another few minutes and he needed the leverage to get Callia out of the building without detection.
‘I can’t. I have a doctors appointment and then I have to work,’ Callia answered, picking up her pace when she looked back and saw the look on his face.
‘You look so much like your mother.’ Callia stopped short and looked up, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at the man in front of her. ‘And so healthy for being so premature,’ the man in front of her added.
‘You’re Patrick,’ Callia realized, her eyes widening.
‘Smart too,’ Patrick said with a grin. Callia took a few steps back and bumped into Greg.
‘I’m sorry Callie,’ Greg said quietly. ‘You’re going to come with me and do so quietly,’ he added.
‘And if I scream?’ Callia asked.
‘I’ll kill your baby,’ Patrick told her. Callia swallowed hard and watched as Patrick walk across the hall to the door. He turned and looked back at her one last time. ‘You have two minutes,’ he added before walking out the door.
‘Let’s go Cal,’ Greg said.
‘I need to call my doctor and reschedule my appointment. If I just don’t show up, they’ll call Coop,’ Callia told him.
‘Quickly,’ Greg consented. Callia dug her phone out of her purse and dialed a number quickly.
‘This is Callie Lee. I need to reschedule my appointment. My grandmother Lisa died and I need to return to Phoenix. I’ll call when I get back from Arizona.’ Callia listened to the sputtering on the other end of the line. ‘Thank you Craig,’ Callia said before hanging up the phone.
‘Is he going to hurt me?’ Callia asked softly as she and Greg left the building.
‘I don’t know,’ Greg admitted as he opened the back door to the car, pushed her in gently before climbing in after her. Patrick peeled away from the parking lot quickly and the smell of burning rubber filled the air.
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‘What’s up Gray?’ Cooper asked, putting his law book down on the desk, grateful for a momentary break. He felt awful for not being able to make Callia’s OB appointment, but he had a major exam that he had to pass or he couldn’t take the next level class and she’d insisted he stay home and study.
‘Laura just got a call from Callie. She used the code that you developed for her after Doug,’ Gray answered. Cooper slammed the book shut, not caring about the pencil that he had sitting inside it.
‘What did she say?’ Cooper wanted to know.
‘She called Laura Craig and that she had to go back to Phoenix for her grandmother Lisa’s funeral,’ Gray said. Cooper swore loudly and grabbed the phone.
‘Dad, we’ve got trouble. I need you and dad to find out all you can about a kid named Greg Porter,’ Cooper said, a million different things running through his head.
‘What’s going on Coop?’ Blythe asked.
‘Callie called Laura and used her distress words. I think Greg took Callia,’ Cooper answered.
‘Luke, Suzie and I will be there as soon as we can,’ Blythe promised.
By the time that his parents and in-laws had arrived in Boston, Cooper was nearly tearing his hair out. ‘Any word?’ Lucas asked, his voice low and dangerous.
‘No,’ Cooper answered. He felt sick, like he’d let Callia down.
‘Don’t,’ Lucas advised. ‘I know exactly what you’re feeling and don’t. You did all you could or else I’d be killing you right now,’ he told him.
‘Cut yourself some slack,’ Derek agreed from behind Lucas.
‘What are you doing here?’ Cooper asked, looking at his parents’ friend in surprise.
‘Moral support and in case I’m needed,’ Derek answered. He knew Cooper didn’t have all of the details of what had happened the last time Patrick had been around, just that Patrick had kidnapped Olivia and caused her to go into premature labor.
‘What happened?’ Olivia asked Laura who was sitting on the sofa, Gray’s arm around her. Haltingly, Laura told them what Olivia had said to her on the phone.
‘You did the right thing calling Cooper right away,’ Lucas said, his voice was strong, but everyone in the room could see the fear and anger in his eyes. All eyes turned to Blythe when his cell phone rang.
‘What do you got?’ Blythe asked, pulling the phone open and placing it next to his ear instantly. Cooper waited impatiently for his dad to finish the phone call, and swallowed back a groan when he recognized the look on Blythe’s face. ‘Greg Cooper is the half brother of Patrick Jefferson,’ Blythe announced. All of the color left Olivia’s face and she sank into the nearest chair.
‘Patrick always swore he’d get even,’ Olivia whispered.
‘Not like this he won’t, I promise,’ Cooper said as he clenched and unclenched his fists in rage.
‘What exactly did Patrick do to be such a threat, other than to kidnap Callie?’ Laura asked, her voice soft.
‘He was my ex-boyfriend, and he got pissed that I refused to have sex with him. After I graduated college, he tried to rape me, but I resisted so instead, he hit me. I left Arizona and went back to Michigan where I ran, literally into Luke. Eventually, Patrick caught up with me, but by this time, I was pregnant with Callie. He raped and beat me, and caused me to go into premature labor. Callie nearly died before she was even born,’ Olivia’s voice was shaky but strong. Derek gave her a hug, he was proud of her, just a year earlier, Olivia would not have been able to talk about it.
‘So that’s why you’re here. In case he rapes Callie,’ Cooper realized, looking at his mother’s best friend. Derek nodded slowly and Cooper felt sick to his stomach, Callia had been through enough.
‘If he touches Callie, I will kill him,’ Cooper promised. He gave one last look at his in-laws and parents before he walked down the hall and into the bedroom he and Callia shared.
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‘What are you going to do to me?’ Callia w
anted to know when she had been practically dragged into a house and thrown onto the couch.
‘That depends on you and your parents,’ Patrick answered. ‘Greg, go get some food, anything, I don’t care, I’m starving. I’ll take care of little miss Princess,’ he told his brother. Greg hesitated but nodded and left the house.
‘What do you want?’ Callia asked cautiously.
‘To see how much you look like your mother,’ Patrick told her, leering at her as he unbuttoned her blouse.
‘Don’t touch me!’ Callia shouted as she twisted her body and pushed her knee into his chest. Patrick grunted as he fell off the couch and roared when she jumped up and tried to run for the door.
‘You will pay for that you bitch!’ Patrick shouted. He lunged after her, grabbed her by her hair and yanked her back down on the couch, slammed his fist into her cheek. Callia’s eyes closed as all thoughts left her and her world went black.
‘You will not try that again,’ Patrick said when Callia regained consciousness.
‘I want to go home,’ Callia grumbled, wincing at the pain that moved through her as she talked.
‘Try another stunt like that and I’ll send you home in pieces,’ Patrick threatened.
‘Please just let me go,’ Callia whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
‘Like I said, that depends on you and your parents,’ Patrick repeated. Callia shivered and closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensation of Patrick’s hands on her breasts. ‘You are such a pretty thing,’ he commented, squeezing a nipple hard enough to make her yelp.
‘Is she awake?’ Greg asked from the doorway. Patrick growled and cursed his brother’s timing.
‘Yes. Get her a burger, I’ll be back later,’ Patrick answered, pushing himself away from her. Callia watched as Patrick walked out the door before looking at Greg. She shivered again, both from cold and from the intensity of his stare.
‘Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?’ she snapped, looking around for her clothes. Callia nearly sighed in relief when Greg handed her a bathrobe.
‘Not a pregnant one,’ Greg admitted, setting a paper bag and can of soda in front of her. ‘Eat,’ he added.
‘Please help me get out of here,’ Callia pleaded.
‘Pat’s my brother Callie, I can’t go against my family,’ Greg protested.
‘Your brother is an awful person Greg! He used to date my mother! He did terrible things to her and nearly killed me when I was a baby!’ Callia exclaimed.
‘He isn’t an awful person! He’s a great brother!’ Greg’s voice got shrill as he reached the last syllable of the word brother.
‘If he’s so wonderful, why did he have you help him kidnap me? And why was I unconscious when you got back from getting food, and why did I wake up completely FUCKING NAKED!?’ Callia shouted.
‘I don’t know,’ Greg admitted.
‘He kidnapped and raped my mother, and now that he’s kidnapped me for revenge, he’s going to rape me too!’ Callia was on the verge of tears and she started to shake as realization set in that she would probably never get to hold her baby or see Cooper, let alone her parents and brother again.
‘No he won’t, and he never did anything that horrible!’ Greg protested.
‘Ask him,’ Callia challenged, rubbing her abdomen.
‘What’s wrong?’ Greg asked nervously.
‘Other than you and your psycho ass brother kidnapped me, I’m peachy keen!’ Callia said sarcastically.
‘You are such a bitch,’ Greg grumbled, but he watched Callia out of the corner of his eye, suddenly concerned about her medical condition. ‘Callie, when are you due?’ he wanted to know.
‘I’m five and a half, almost six months pregnant, so unless I endure too much trauma, I won’t be going into labor any time soon,’ Callia answered, glancing at him.
Both of them looked up when Patrick walked back in with a pack of beer. ‘What are you two talking about?’ Patrick wanted to know.
‘My due date. Your brother here wanted to know if I was going to pop soon,’ Callia answered with a sarcastic sneer.
‘And are you?’ Patrick asked.
‘Not unless you do to me what you did to my mother,’ Callia snapped.
‘Don’t get haughty with me you little bitch,’ Patrick warned.
‘You really should let me go Patrick. Don’t forget, my dad’s a cop,’ Callia said.
‘I can handle one little cop and we’re out of his jurisdiction,’ Patrick reminded her.
‘My father in law is also a cop and they both have friends here in Boston,’ Callia told him with a grin.
‘They’ll never find me,’ Patrick vowed. He headed for the kitchen and with one last glance at Callia, Greg followed him.
‘Did you really rape her mother?’ Greg wanted to know.
‘So what if I did? That was twenty-one years ago. I want my revenge for her parents ruining my life and I’m going to get it,’ Patrick vowed, popping open a beer and taking a long swig.
‘I won’t be able to go to class,’ Greg grumbled when he looked at his backpack in the chair by the stove.
‘Big deal. College is for wimps. The real college is the real world,’ Patrick proclaimed. Greg wasn’t sure but he didn’t say anything. ‘Go get some sleep kid, we’re getting the bitch up early in the morning,’ he added. Greg looked at his brother for a minute then turned and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. When Greg was out of sight, Patrick returned to the living room and grabbed Callia’s arm. ‘Come with me,’ he grumbled. Callia stumbled as she followed Patrick down the stairs into the basement, shivered when the cool air touched her skin. Patrick ripped the robe from her body and pushed her roughly onto the couch, chained her legs to the support beams holding up the basement. Callia winced and tried to close her knees, but the posts were far enough apart that her legs were splayed open as far as they could go.
‘You’re a bastard!’ Callia shouted as Patrick grabbed one of her arms and secured it over her head.
‘Yeah, I know. Mama never told me who my daddy was,’ Patrick drawled in a lazy voice. He pulled a large vibrator out of a drawer from the black desk in the corner, shoved it roughly inside Callia’s dry as sandpaper pussy. She cried out from the pain and squeezed her eyes shut as Patrick reached between her legs and turned the vibrator on full. ‘By morning, you’re going to be so horny that I won’t have to rape you, you’ll beg me to fuck you,’ Patrick promised.
‘Like hell I will!’ Callia protested. Patrick laughed and turned on the tv in front of her. Callia rolled her eyes as the cheesy porno flick started playing.
‘It’s on repeat. You’ll get to see the sex, hear the noises and have the added stimulation of the vibe. You will not cum without me,’ Patrick told her before walking up the stairs. He stopped a few steps up. ‘There’s a call button on the floor next to you, you’ll just be able to reach. Push it if you need me before morning,’ he added before disappearing into the night.
‘Good morning Callia,’ Patrick said the next morning.
‘Go to hell,’ Callia bit out.
‘Still feisty I see,’ he mused as he knelt down between her legs. ‘But so very wet,’ Patrick murmured with a grin, he reached out and brushed his finger against her clit and Callia’s entire body lurched. ‘You feel very ready,’ he told her, pulled the vibrator out and slammed it back in making her gasp.
‘Go to hell!’ Callia snapped. Patrick chuckled and leaned over and pressed a cruel kiss to her lips, shoved his tongue into her mouth. Callia had had enough and bit down on his tongue, hard, prayed he didn’t have any contagious illness.
‘You fucking bitch!’ Patrick shouted, slapping her across the face. He ran up the stairs to check on his tongue.
‘You shouldn’t have done that,’ Greg said as he walked down the stairs with a tray of food. ‘Pat says when you behave you can have this,’ he added.
Callia cried softly when Patrick came back down the stairs, she could see how angry he was and was terrified that he would hurt her
unborn son.
‘You have spirit Callie, I love the fight within you, but if you ever try to injure me again, your baby won’t live long enough to breath a breath,’ Patrick warned as he changed the way the chains holding her legs into place were positioned. Callia screamed as her legs protested the sudden movement.
‘What are you going to do to me?’ she whimpered. The change in position changed the way the vibrator moved within her.
‘You’ll find out. Do you want it the easy way or the hard way?’ Patrick asked.
‘Please don’t hurt me anymore,’ Callia whispered. Patrick chuckled and she heard him drop his pants to the floor. ‘Not again, please,’ she murmured, her eyes wide.
‘Just relax,’ Patrick instructed as he poured lube over his stone hard cock. Callia tensed up as she felt the head of his cock press against her ass.
‘Please don’t!’ Callia begged. She screamed as he pushed into her in one swift thrust and was surprised when he held still, giving her time to adjust. ‘Please don’t. I can’t survive being raped again,’ she whispered, all fight leaving her. Patrick frowned.
‘Again?’ he asked.
‘I was raped before, in my freshman year of college. I can’t go through that again,’ Callia’s voice was shaky and the tears were streaming down her face.
‘Hey Pat, I need some help up here!’ Greg called from the top of the stairs. Patrick grumbled but pulled out of Callia’s ass, redressed himself and headed for the stairs.
‘You do know that if my mom hadn’t left you and had had sex with you earlier, I could have been your daughter,’ Callia called after him. Patrick stopped short, turned and looked at her before he continued up the stairs.
‘Get her some fresh food, clean her up and bring her upstairs,’ Patrick told his brother before leaving the house.
When he returned to the house an hour later, he sat down on the couch next to Callia who was sitting there, her knees hugged to her chest and rocking back and forth. ‘You’re right, you could have been my daughter. For that reason, and for that reason alone, I will let you go. I will leave you and your family alone, but only if you make me a promise,’ Patrick said.
‘What’s that?’ Callia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
‘Have your father leave us alone. I don’t want Greg punished for what I made him do,’ Patrick answered.
‘I’ll do my best to make sure Greg isn’t in too much trouble, but my father is more over protective than a mama bear and I’m his little girl,’ Callia promised. Patrick smiled at that and sighed.
‘As well he should be. You are a beautiful woman Callia, just like your mom,’ Patrick agreed, handing her a bag. ‘Get dressed, we’ll take you home,’ he added.
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Cooper sighed as he popped a Hungry Man frozen dinner into the microwave, sat down at the table. He’d skipped dinner and now, despite how upset he was about Callia’s kidnapping, he was starving. His parents, Luke, Olivia and his friends had all gone back to their homes and hotels, and he was feeling so alone and angry. He looked up when he heard the door open and close. ‘Luke, Liv? What’d you forget?’ Cooper asked, pushing himself up from the kitchen table. ‘Mom, dad?’ he asked, concerned when he didn’t get an answer. He’d taken no more than three steps into the hall when he saw her and breathed a worried sigh of relief. ‘Callie?’ Cooper didn’t bother keeping the surprise from his voice.
‘He let me go,’ Callia whispered, winced when he grabbed her and squeezed her tightly. ‘Coop, I can’t breathe,’ she managed. Cooper released his hold on her and literally pulled her into the living room.
‘I’ll call our parents, you sit down,’ Cooper instructed as he reached for his cell phone.
‘Cooper, it’s ten at night, what do you want?’ Lucas grumbled.
‘Callie’s back. She literally just walked in, says that Patrick let her go,’ Cooper said in a rush.
‘We’ll be there in twenty minutes,’ Lucas promised.
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‘Did he rape you Callie?’ Derek asked gently as he examined her carefully.
‘Patrick started to rape my ass, but Greg stopped him. He had no idea Patrick was going to do any of this,’ Callia answered.
‘Why did he let you go?’ Olivia wanted to know.
‘Because Callie reminded me that I could have been her father, had things been differently,’ Patrick said from the doorway. He held up his hands as Lucas, Blythe and Suzie stood up and pulled their guns from the holsters. ‘I’m turning myself in, but leave Greg out of this, he is as innocent in this as Callie is,’ Patrick told them.
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