Free False Regret: Pikorua - Book 1 by Angela Reid

you? The questions haunted me, and I hoped to someday at
least understand his motives.  He was one hell of a great actor, making me
wonder what had ever been real between us. My entire memory felt like a
colossal lie.  I headed for the shower but Gordon stopped me.
    “Hold
up, little girl. Take off those wet clothes so pussy-boy can dry them for you.
You never know when you might need them again,” he grinned and winked.
    “I
will when you get out and leave me alone,” I stated flatly. I tried to walk
around him, but he grabbed my arm.
    “Do
what I said, or I will do it for you.” He snatched the front of my sweatshirt,
getting a handful of breast with it.
    I
stepped back from him. “Keep your filthy, perverted hands off of me, you
fucking pig!” I yelled, knowing it was a mistake before it even flew out of my
mouth. Gordon struck with his fist. I tried to duck, but he caught me in the
temple. I fell down, the room spinning. He was on top of me in an instant,
ripping at my saturated attire.
    “I
will show you perverted, bitch,” he said, groping me. He stopped when he heard
the hammer cock. He turned to look at Cade who held a pistol to the man’s head.
    “Get
off of her mother fucker, or I will kill you,” Cade spoke the words calmly, as
if this were an everyday event, it sent shivers through me.
    “What
the fuck are you doin’, kid?” asked Gordon, getting up on his knees.
    “Shut
the door and change, Ellia ... now,” ordered Cade. Not hesitating, I crawled away
from Gordon. I got to my feet, shaky and dizzy. Cade had laid dry clothing out
for me, and I wondered where he had gotten them. Had he left me at some point
to go buy things for me? A wave of anger boiled inside me, thinking he would
leave me alone with Gordon. I changed into a fresh sweatshirt and jeans,
identical to the ones that lay sodden on the floor. Maybe he’d come upon a
buy one get one deal , I thought to myself, which might have been amusing if
not for the circumstances.
    I
listened at the door but could only catch the low murmuring of their voices.
When I opened it a crack, I could see that Gordon was sitting on the couch, and
Cade was leaning on the frame of the front door, gun still in hand but pointed
at the floor.
    “I
told you, Gordon, I wouldn’t stand for it. I warned you. She has a purpose to us;
she is not here for your personal entertainment. You need to know where to draw
the line.  Do you think Meyers is going to cooperate if you’ve already damaged
or killed his daughter? Are you so fucking sick you can’t control yourself?”
    “I
don’t see the harm in having a little fun while we got her here, that’s all. So
what if we fuck her? That ain’t gonna kill her.  You wanna pass up a good piece
of ass like that? You gay, boy?” asked Gordon.
    Cade
sighed and shifted his weight. Gordon tried his patience. He licked his lips
and pointed the gun at Camo-man. “Leave her alone. I am not telling you again.
I will put a bullet in your cranium if you touch her again.”
    Gordon
chuckled, and that scared me. He didn’t seem to take Cade’s threat seriously. “You
don’t think Dacks would have your ass taken out if you did anything to me. Who
the hell you think you’re dealin’ with here?  Fuck off, kid. You ain’t got the
balls to pull the trigger, anyway. I ain’t seen you do much since you been with
us, except coddle that whore like the little bitch you are.  If nothing else,
you’ve proven yourself worthless to Dacks.” He got up off the couch and headed
to the bathroom. I tried to slam the door and use my body to hold it shut, but
he pushed it in like I was a paper doll. He shoved me backward into the small,
three-foot shower and stuck his hand up me sweatshirt. Cade was on him in an
instant, and the two tumbled back out into the living space.
     Terrified,
I stayed huddled, hoping to avoid the fray. Then I realized I had another
opportunity. I didn’t trust Cade, only myself, and now was the perfect