Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 120 The sound of someone's phone going off startedawake. It was harely daylight when I cracked an eye open to see Patrick sitting on the side of the bed, texting someone. Less than a minute later, his phone rang. I recognized his dad Conner's ringtone and heard him whispering as he left the bedroom. I rolled over, cuddling against Jake's warm body, and almost fell asleep when Patrick cback into the room and straight to the side of the bed where Josh slept. I could hear them whispering but couldn't understand what they were saying. When Josh reached for his twin, shaking Jake mwake, I sat up, worried, my breath hitching.

"What's wrong?" I said, looking up at my three guys, "Something is going down at one of our businesses. Since Drew and Mike are gone, I woke Josh and Jake because I needed the extra help, Patrick said. as he pulled on his discarded clothes from Inst night. "Are you all going to be safe?" I asked, still worried, "Yes, I would not bring the guys into something with a chance of violence. There was a break-in and fire at one of our buildings. We are meeting my dad there to make sure everything gets taken care of. I don't know how long we will be gone, but go back to sleep, love. We will be back as soon as we can.

I nodded in agreement, and after giving each of them a kiss, I rolled over into the warm spot where Jake had been sleeping and drifted back to sleep. The next tI woke up, it was after ten, and the guys still hadn't returned. When I picked up my phone, I saw Jake's text message tellingthey were okay, but it would be a few more hours before they could get home. Seeing that he had only sent it about twenty minutes ago, I decided that a long bath was in order.

I filled the soaking tub with bath salts and bubbles, then slid into the warns, good-smelling bubbles and relaxed against the back of the tub. I stayed in the tub, enjoying the relaxing warmth until my fingers and toes were wrinkled, then ducked into the shower to quickly rinse the soap suds off. Drying off, I pulled on a pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt that I may or may not have taken from Mike's closet before he left and wandered into the living room.

I had planned on reading until Patrick and the twins returned, but the house was so quiet that I turned on the TV just for sbackground noise and got hooked on the show that was on. I didn't realize it was lunchtuntil my stomach rumbled loud enough to hear it over the TV. Looking at the tand knowing the guys could be hsoon and more than likely starving. 1 opened up a deliveryand ordered pizza. I returned to the TV show, and after a while, the doorbell camera alertedthat the food was there. Pausing the show, I hurried downstairs to get the food.

I opened the door to a large man who looked like he had spent all his free tin the gym. He had a shaved head and tattoos covering both arms and peeking out of the top of his T-shirt. He gave off violent vibes that madethink he would be more at hin a mafia crew than delivering pizzas. I considered slamming the door and telling him to keep the pizza, hut I didn't. Stepping forward, I held out my hands for the pizza, but when the guy saw my cast, he stepped further into my space, rumbling in a deep voice that he would bring them inside so I wouldn't drop them with my cast. Before i could say anything, he had pushed pastand was inside the house. Turning. I saw the delivery guy standing in the hallway waiting for me. I stepped back inside nervously and, glancing around, pointed at a table by the staircase.

"Just put the pizza there, thanks," I said, hoping that would hurry him along. After setting the boxes down, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a receipt and pen.

"sign here," he rumbled. Taking the pen, I turned to lean over the table and began to sign my name. It was then that I felt something sting my neck, and I jumped, startled at the sting. I slapped at my neck, standing up "Something stung me," I said as I glanced at the delivery guy. I didn't respond, and then I suddenly began to feel strange. I started to reach for my neck, and my world turned dark.

I cto in a musty darkness without knowing where I was or what had happened. I could feel a vibration against my back, something was covering my head and mouth. My panie grew worse when I realized my hands and feet were bound, and I lay in the dark for several minutes, trying to calm my racing heart down. I was scared but knew I needed to be calm to make it out of there in one piece. I had no idea who would do this to me, all I wanted were my guys, and I could feel my eyes sting as tears slowly began to run down my face.

That creepy delivery guy must have injectedwith stype of drug and knockedout. I continued to drift in and out of consciousness. The vibrations under my back slowed but never completely stopped. I had no idea how much thad passed when I was startled back awake. I decided I - must be in a car, and what I had been feeling before was the tires against the road. Well, wherever we were now, the road was horrible, and I was bounced around painfully, the driver not seeming to want to slow down.

Tpassed in a dream as I slipped in and out of consciousness. The car finally began to slow before coming to a complete stop. I tensed, waiting to be pulled from wherever I had been stashed, but nothing happened. 1 faintly heard car doors closing and the deep sound of voices talking. I waited, but no one came, and the car didn't move. My arms had gone entirely numb, but when I tried to roll on my side to get sfeeling back, my ribs screamed, and I only lasted seconds on my side before having to roll onto my back again. The drugs must have pulledunder again because I was startled awake by the rumble of voices close by. I tried to scream when I heard the sound of Chapter 120 a door unlocking, and suddenly, whatever had been covering my head was yanked off along with sof my hair. My eyes stung from the pain of my hair being pulled out and the sudden brightness after being in the dark for so long

When my vision began to clear, I struggled after sporting the two men standing over me. One was the om pretend pizza guy. The other was shorter, with greasy, tangled hair and a scar running along the side of his face from his jaw to the corner of his eye. He was wearing a hithy tank top, and the smell of body order and dirt madegag with each gust of wind

I did not know who these men were; everything about them promised danger and pain. I tried to struggle again, but I was bound tight. The shorter, smelly guy seemed to enjoy watchingstruggle; when I saw him reach down to his crotch and adjust himself, I froze. I would die before I let him anywhere near me.

Both men leaned closer toas 1 frantically tried to wiggle further back into what was the trunk of a carm Stinky leaned into the trunk, grabbed my arm, and draggedcloser to them. The smell of his rancid breath madegag. The pizza guy stepped closer as 1 struggled, another syringe in hand. Stinky holdsdown while the pizza guy injectswith more drugs; right before I go under again, I see Stinky leaning closer to me. Daddy says hi, little whore." Hearing that I begin to tremble, while the rancid smell of his breath followsinto oblivion.

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