Chapter 13

I watched the bathroom door open, and Paxton slowly stepped out. Only Paxton. Byron grinned evilly at me. "You are a dirty little liar, Parker. Did he talk you into this? Bringing me here so he could try again?"

He turned to look at Paxton who was almost shaking with rage. "Do you have any idea what this just cost you?"

Jerking me forward by my throat, Byron put me so he could face Paxton fully without sparing his attention from me. "This pretty face right here will be in your memory."

I felt his fingers tighten on me, and I whimpered despite myself. I wasn't in the position to fight him, but I had to try with everything I had available to me, even if it was only my Stanley temper. "Fuck you." I ground out, drawing his attention to me again. "Fuck you, and your fucking weak ass threats."

"Pare de provocá-lo!" (Stop provoking him!) Paxton snapped from somewhere behind me. He only spoke his native language when he was extremely angry or didn't want anyone around us to know what he was saying. I think today it was both.

Byron smiled at something I once thought was charming, now only looked like it was this side of insane. "Listen to your husband, shut up Princess."

Damn, so he understood Portuguese.

"Fuck you, you don't tell me what to do." A powerful hand slapped me across the face. It felt it into my bones since he was holding my neck still. There was nothing to absorb the shock. I groaned, tasting blood in my mouth.

I let the bloody spit well in my mouth before turning to look in his eyes. I smiled, probably a gruesome sight with the blood in my mouth, just before I spit in his face. Mucus and blood dripped down his cheek and nose and he growled loudly, spinning me to the nearest wall and slamming me hard against it. His back was now to Paxton.

He spoke loud and clear so Paxton could hear him, even though his eyes were burning into mine. Something cold pressed against my neck and all thoughts of heroism suddenly went out the window. I could see Paxton slowly moving so that he could take Byron down. "I have a very well taken care of a knife pressed against your wife's throat, I would not suggest playing out that flatulent thought you just had."

Paxton froze. I could see him over Byron's left shoulder. He was looking at me with pleading eyes. I was screaming at him with my returning gaze, trying to get the message across. CALL THE BROTHERS! I knew it was no use however, because Paxton wasn't going anywhere while I was so close to danger.

I felt a warm hand cup my breast, and I tensed glaring at Byron. "Oh, don't you eye me like that, princess. Did you really believe that I wouldn't get it? You're a fucking tease. You shouldn't tease a man like you do."

"I never teased you." I growled at him. "I just found better."

"Bitch, why do you test me?" Byron said as calmly as if he was asking the time. "You have no idea what I am capable of."

If this hand wasn't on my throat and I could get enough saliva to put on him again, I would. I knew exactly what he was capable of and I would not be a part of the next crime scene he left behind.

Byron led me by my throat again so my ass hit the back of the couch, I could hear Paxton's furious breathing behind me. I could almost hear him desperately trying to think of a plan. I guess this wasn't part of the things they rehearsed. "Like for instance I could easily fuck you against this couch and make your husband watch us."

The hand finally moved off my throat and gripped my hair, spinning me around to face Paxton as he bent me forward over the back of the couch. I felt the prick of the blade nicking my throat as Byron pulled my hair back, exposing my esophagus more and more.

Paxton swallowed thickly putting his hands up slowly. "Look, I am sorry we tried to trick you. Let her go man and you can do whatever you feel you need to do to me and we won't tell a soul right, baby?"

I nodded my head as best as I could.

Byron's laugh made me jump. Mainly because we were all speaking quietly, and it was like a sonic boom in the room. Partly though because it was so pleasant, it was disturbing. "That doesn't work. See because what I want to do to you is have you watch while I violate your wife."

I felt bile rising in my throat but choked on it from having me pulled so far back. His hips had been rocking against the back of me as he spoke. It aroused him.

There was the sound of glass breaking coming from the bathroom and I looked at Paxton with panicked eyes. Oh Gods, Byron is going to lose it if he finds out we lied to him again. I felt the grip on my hair tightening as he pulled me upright again, whispering in my ear. "Now you haven't been hiding something from me, have you?"

I tried to shake my head, not trusting the shaking in voice. Byron spoke up, talking to Paxton. "Why don't you go open that door, big fella and see if your wife here is a liar?"

I swallowed convulsively, making the knife at my throat move. "N'avez-vous pas même penser au déplacement, darling, vous m'entendez?"

I looked at him, not hiding my confusion. Did he just speak French? Byron mistook my confused look for not understanding what he said. However, my mother's family lives in Canada and all they spoke was French, so I knew the language well, since my father made us communicate with them often.

He repeated it in English. "I said do not even think about moving, got it?"

Paxton slowly opened the bathroom door revealing nothing but an empty bathroom and some broken glass from the small window above the toilet.

I tried to not show my relief because it was obvious Byron knew something was going on. He couldn't prove it but it didn't stop him from being pissed. The grip on my hair got impossibly tighter, making me wonder if I would have any left if I lived through this. "We are getting out of here."

"The fuck we are."

My head jerked back and Byron whispered harshly into my ear. "I know you are a dirty liar, Parker. There was someone else here and I will not wait around for him or her to bring more people. As it was, I was only hoping it would be me and you." He licked my face, making me gag. He turned to where I assumed Paxton was. "You are driving."

He couldn't do this. I had to find a way to stall him. "I have to pee."

"You can hold it."

I shook my head, not having to fake a pained expression. "You've got me too scared, I'm going to pee all over the car." I heard Byron make a disgusted noise behind me and sigh before pushing me into the empty bathroom. He stood there at the door and I folded my arms staring back.

"Can a lady have some privacy?" I said glaring at him.

He glared right back. "I have felt you up enough to know that after some heavy petting, you are no lady." It took every bit of self-preservation I had not to slap him across the face. How dare he use that now? It disgusted me enough that he touched me that way and that I wanted it without the reminder from him. To think how many times we made out, he had been on top of me on my bed in my father's house. The Gods know that if he had had it in his mind then, he could have taken my virginity and I would have given it willingly.

There was what sounded like an animal growl from the living room and Byron rolled his eyes. "Shut up, I have full control of how I will stab your wife, so I suggest you keep your caveman noises to a minimum." He turned back to me. "I will turn my back but that is as private as you get. I don't trust you further than I can stand you, so you are not getting the door closed." With that, he turned his back on me.

I scanned the bathroom for anything I could to hit him with; when that failed, I tried to look for anything I could to leave someone a clue as to what happened. There was nothing. I had to pee and be done before Byron gave up what little patience he was allowing me right now.

I did my business and as soon as I flushed, Byron was in there again, yanking me out and heading for the door. "Come on, big fella, we are taking your ride."

"Take my truck." I suddenly came up with an idea. Both men looked at me as if I sprouted a man part and started waving it around. I spoke clearly and slowly, willing him to just trust that I had a plan. "You have no gas in your car."

He stared at me for a beat and I saw the thought process in his eyes. My truck had a leak in the oil pan and left a trail of oil wherever I went. We had meant to just junk the truck and get a new one this weekend because I was sure that I was already driving on borrowed time. I had expected it to die any day now. Now, I prayed that today was that day. Finally, Paxton nodded and looked at Byron. "She is right; you don't want to risk being seen with us at a filling station."

Byron looked between us before giving a grudging nod. It was too much work to find Paxton's car and have him start it up just to see if he was lying. Paxton set his keys on the small table by the door and grabbed my bag taking my truck keys out of it, leaving that too on the small table. We all left, Paxton in the lead and Byron in the back, holding my shirt with the knife at my spine.

"Where are we going?" Paxton got in the driver's seat and I was in the middle with Byron to my right and his knife at my belly button. A constant reminder to Paxton, that he shouldn't be growing any ideas. I guess Byron learned from his brother's mistakes. Never drive the hostages.

"Drive out of town. The fewer people that know you the better." He was leaning in close to my neck as he spoke, making me cringe away. Paxton slammed on the brakes, throwing Byron forward some, but only enough to get his attention. "Não toque nela!"

Byron narrowed his eyes and pressed the knife against my belly until I felt a pain that felt like a hot poker melting into my skin. I gasped, gripping Byron wrist. "You see this? You don't make the demands in this show, big fella, I do. I will touch if I want to touch no matter what language you use, I will tell you to fuck off. Now drive before I change my mind in keeping her."

The truck started moving again and Paxton was silent for about ten minutes before scrubbing his face, watching the last of our hope slip by as approached the borders of Darrington.

That was when the win was finally in our favor, and my truck started to sputter. Byron's eyes went huge as Paxton slowly pulled over as the truck finally died. "You fucking tricked me."

The hit blinded me before I even knew what was happening. Paxton was across the cab in seconds yanking me towards him and out the driver's side door. Byron was too fast though, pulling my ankles and pulling me back along the seat. Much like a human tug-o-war.

If I'm not taller from this, I'm going to be pissed. 

Byron jerked me out the passenger door putting the knife to my neck. "Stay back loving husband or you will become a widower."

Paxton was walking towards us, his eyes narrowing. "No, you won't. You won't because you know that if you kill her, you have no leverage. You know that as soon as she fucking takes her last breath, I will fucking kill you."

To my tormentor's credit, he didn't flinch. "You are right, about every word." Paxton smiled sardonically and kept advancing, but Byron stopped backing up. "What you don't seem to get, is that I can make someone last a long time before I kill them."

We were a good ten feet inside to thick woods now. The road ahead of us and another mile behind us would run us into a public beach. Byron was trapped and he knew it. "Fuck you, kill me now so I know that if you, by some miracle, get the better of Paxton and kill him, my brothers' will gut you like the vile pig that you are."

He licked my neck, and I whimpered in disgust. The knife was still at my throat and I felt his free hand moving down my side and moving between my thighs. "Oh no, I have plans for you."

I gagged, dry heaving loudly.

Paxton stepped forward, but I already lifted my foot, stomping his hard and trying to twist away. Byron grabbed my wrist, jerked me back and swung on Paxton with the knife catching him off guard. Paxton barely managed to move out of the way before Byron could sink the knife into his temple. Instead, it went into the soft skin between the top of his shoulder and collarbone. I am pretty sure everyone in town heard me scream.

"NO!" I was fighting against Byron grip, trying to get to Paxton. I couldn't see him, my stupid eyes kept blurring because I couldn't stop sobbing. Paxton, gods no, not Paxton. The blurry form of Paxton fell to the ground, and I lost it, turning on Byron and lashing out wherever I could reach. "No, no, no, no. Paxton! NO PAXTON PLEASE!"

I got a kick to his shin and a punch to his temple. He got me to the ground, and I got a knee to his junk in. "Now, you knock it off girly, you are a bigger part of my plan and I need you to cooperate." Byron said, pinning my arms behind my back. How could still possibly still carry out the plan with no Elijah and Paxton lay here dead? Oh, Gods Paxton. I sagged with the weight of my grief crushing me. Byron took it as surrender. I heard his belt being removed as I hauled up to my feet and pressed against the nearest tree.

Oh, gods please don't let him do this. I used everything I had. I used my will, my body and my mind to call my family.

Please brothers. Jackson, Jeremy, Sam, Ember, and Ash, please my brothers do what you all have sworn to do from the second I was born. Please come save me. Paxton… Paxton is dead. I need you please.

My hands were bound with his belt and I felt the waistline of my jeans being tugged. I started screaming. As loud and long as I could I screamed hoping, praying that someone on this cold autumn day was out for a walk on the beach or along the road.

The lights went out so fast I didn't feel myself hit the ground.