Chapter 5

JAKE’s POV

I woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now.

The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.

A letter from Milo Kane. My stomach twisted. He wasn’t here. The note ordered me to stay put until he got back and pointed to a contract next to it. I flipped through the file, my jaw tightening. It was a legal chain, binding my ass to him, only breakable by him. “Your life’s mine,” his words echoed, making my skin crawl.

Then I saw it—ten fucking grand a month as an allowance. I blinked, rereading it, heart racing. Ten grand? To live in this penthouse? He was loaded, but this was blood money. Carson’s death flashed in my mind. Milo was a killer, every dollar stained with death. My stomach churned. I could pay off my debts, but at what cost? This golden cage was still a fucking cage.

My phone buzzed from my pants on the floor, snapping me out of it. A classmate. “Shit,” I muttered, answering. I’d forgotten my school project—a make-or-break course. Failing meant an extra year, and I couldn’t afford that.

“Fuck my life,” I growled, pacing, catching my reflection in a mirror. My reddish-brown hair was a mess, green eyes dull, skin pale except for the red hickeys and bruises Milo left. I looked like a used-up slut. Was it my face? If I wasn’t pretty, would Carson have left me alone? Would I have ever met Milo? I clutched the locket around my neck, heart aching. My life was a fucking mess.

Another call. I had to choose—school or Milo’s orders. If I left, he’d think I ran. He’d kill me. I scribbled a note saying I’d be back after handling something urgent, then showered, threw on yesterday’s clothes, and punched in the door code from memory. I’d finish the project and get back before he noticed.

I wrapped up the project early, but the bus to Milo’s place wouldn’t come for two hours. No cash for a cab, and my ass still ached from last night. Walking the long way wasn’t an option, so I took a sketchy shortcut through a deserted alley.

“Hey!” a voice barked. I froze, spinning to see a group of thugs, their grins twisted with bad intentions. One stood out, wearing a jacket just like Carson’s from the night he died. My blood ran cold.

“Jake, right?” the guy sneered, stepping forward. “You owe me, you little bitch.”

“Who the fuck are you?” I stammered, backing up as more guys closed in, trapping me.

He smirked, cruel and cold. “My dad could tell you, but you’d have to dig him up first.”

Before I could bolt, a bat cracked against my skull, dropping me to the ground. My vision swam, pain exploding. The guy crouched, yanking my hair to force my eyes up. “You owed my dad, then he ends up dead, and you skip town? Shady as fuck.”

I remembered now—Carson’s son, Nate Hawkins.

“I didn’t—” I started, but he slammed my head into the pavement, blood pooling from my split lip.

“Shut it!” he spat. “You’ve got until tomorrow to pay up, or I’ll carve you up, pretty boy.” His eyes gleamed with malice. “But first, we’re gonna have some fun.”

“I already said I am going to pay you back, you don’t have to do anything to me,” I pleaded, my voice cracking as panic surged through me. 

“Get him in the car,” Nate ordered, and his goons dragged me to a black SUV, shoving me into the backseat. My heart pounded as Nate climbed in, unzipping his pants, his hard cock springing free. “You’re gonna take it like the slut you are and I fucking sure you are still untouched.”

“No—” I choked, but a thug pinned my arms, another ripping my pants down. Nate grabbed my hips, slamming his cock into my already sore hole. I screamed, pain ripping through me as he fucked me raw, no prep, no mercy.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” he groaned, thrusting harder. He nodded to one of his men, a burly guy who pulled out his own thick dick. “Double up. Stretch this whore wide. Fuck him till he sheds tears and maybe I would consider not getting my money back.”

I gasped, panic surging as the second guy forced his cock in alongside Nate’s, my hole burning, stretched beyond its limit. “Stop!” I begged, tears streaming, but they laughed, pounding into me, their cocks tearing me apart. The pain was blinding, my body shaking as they used me, their grunts filling the car.

“Shut your mouth and just take it, bitch,” Nate growled, slapping my ass. “Your hole’s gonna gape when we’re done.”

“Fuck.” One of his goons fucking me moaned very loud.

Nate pushed him aside. “My turn.” He said rubbing his cock as he slammed his hand on my ass, he dipped his cock straight into my ass hole.

“Holy shit.” I cried out, but he didn’t stop, he continued.

“Stop screaming and just moan for me.” Nate said, as he slammed his hand on my ass.

Then after some minutes, they came hard, hot cum flooding me, dripping down my thighs as I sobbed, barely conscious. Nate shoved me out of the car, my body hitting the pavement with a thud. The SUV peeled out, leaving me in the dirt, bloodied and broken.

I couldn’t move, my ass throbbing, stretched wide and leaking. “Fuck,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “And he hates it when it’s wider.”

Milo’s face flashed in my mind. He’d fucking kill me for this.