Chapter 1302
As they rounded the corner, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief. Those few seconds under Douglas's gaze had felt like an eternity, her blood turning to ice. She knew, with chilling certainty, that falling into his hands would be a fate worse than death.
Lachlan, however, was sweating, his bravado fading. Two more checkpoints. He mumbled, "Audrey, maybe we should go back. I'll… think of something else. Tomorrow. This is too risky."
Audrey's stomach dropped. "Lachlan, please. You have to help me. That woman… did you see her? What if that was your sister? Your mother? Being hurt like that? Her family must be frantic. Can you really just… let these animals do this to them?"
In the dim light, her eyes shone with an intensity that made Lachlan feel a pang of shame. He'd joined up with the Southern gang because of Jerome, but after a few days of running errands, he knew these guys were bad news. He regretted his decision, but leaving now would likely get him killed. Going to the cops would make him a snitch.
Seeing his hesitation, Audrey grew more desperate. Every second increased their chances of being discovered. She'd expected him to be more… decisive. More courageous. She gritted her teeth. "Lachlan, if you get me out of here… I'll… I'll do what you asked."
"Really? Audrey?" Lachlan's head snapped up. He couldn't help but glance at her chest. Even beneath the thick jacket, her breasts were prominent, a tantalizing swell. The thought of what lay beneath sent a rush of heat through him. His cock stirred. "You… you promise?"
"I keep my promises," she whispered, her cheeks burning. If she had any other choice, she would never bargain with her body. "Now come on!"
"Right, let's go." He nodded, eager now, and started toward the first door. Suddenly, they heard footsteps, the sound of men's voices approaching. He recognized the guards changing shifts. He spotted a door slightly ajar and quickly pulled Audrey inside.
They found themselves in a cramped storage closet, filled with discarded cardboard boxes, mops, and brooms. The tight space forced them close together. Lachlan stood behind her, his lower abdomen pressing against her backside. He sucked in a breath, his erection hardening.
The voices grew louder, stopping just outside the closet door. The flick of a lighter, the smell of cigarette smoke, drifted through the crack. Audrey stifled a cough, her hand covering her mouth, her nerves on edge, waiting for them to move on, oblivious to Lachlan's reaction.
But the men settled in, as if this was their designated break spot.
"All these women we've been grabbing lately… all going to the top dogs. Nothing for us grunts. It ain't right," one of them complained, his voice whiny.
"What are you gonna do? We're small-time. When you're running things, you'll have your pick of the litter."
"That's not the point. If it was just Jerome, I'd get it. He's earned it. He's busted his ass for Mr. Morgan, keeping this crew together. But Quentin? That punk? He was a teacher at Sunset Valley High, and got canned for screwing around with students. Just because he and Mr. Morgan grew up together, he gets to be a big shot, bossing us around. It's bullshit."
"Keep your voice down. Quentin brought Douglas over to the Southern gang. Did Mr. Morgan a big favor. He's untouchable right now. Don't make waves. Besides, if you want some action, you'll get your chance. I heard we got six new ones this time. Once the bosses are done with ‘em, we'll get our turn."
"Yeah, well. Gotta say, Quentin's got good taste. That one he brought in yesterday… she looked like a real freak. Nice round ass on her. Bet she's a screamer. I could hear her moaning. Sounded like she loved it. Got my dick hard just listening."
Audrey's blood ran cold. Vanessa. She'd been involved with Quentin before, though the nature of their relationship now was a mystery. She wondered if Vanessa would still contact Quentin after this.
"Look at you, getting all worked up. Did you see the one he brought in tonight? Even hotter than the last one. Tits bigger than a goddamn cow. Just the sight of ‘em got me going. He's probably giving her a titty-fuck right now."
"No shit? How'd I miss that? That lucky bastard. Come on, let's go take a look."
The footsteps receded down the hallway. Audrey, realizing they'd been talking about her, blushed crimson. Relief washed over her as the men left. Then she felt it – something hard pressed against her butt. Thinking it was a box or something, she reached back and realized it was Lachlan's penis. She snatched her hand away, her ears burning.
Lachlan, however, was elated. Audrey's soft, warm body against his, the pressure of her full, round ass against his groin, sent his pulse racing. The tip of his cock nudged the cleft between her thighs.
Uncomfortable, Audrey shifted, trying to move her hips away from the insistent pressure of his erection. But the cramped closet offered no escape. Her movement only served to further arouse him, his cock growing harder.
Finally, she hissed, "Lachlan! Stop it!"
Reluctant to let go of this first moment of physical contact, Lachlan feigned helplessness. "Audrey, it's so cramped in here… I can't help it."
"Well, don't rub against me!" she snapped, feeling his erection pressing into her butt crack. "Get a grip, Lachlan."
The scent of her, the feel of her generous curves, transformed the dark, stuffy closet into something… intoxicating for Lachlan. His hands moved from her waist, sliding upwards, wanting to touch, to feel the weight of her breasts in his hands.
Audrey felt his hand moving towards her breast. Panic flared. Ignoring the risk, she pushed the closet door open and stumbled out. She turned to reprimand him, but stopped short. A figure stood before her, blocking her path. Douglas.
"Gotcha, pretty boy," he sneered, reaching out and snatching the hat from her head, her hair tumbling down. He ripped off the mask.
Douglas stared. She was beautiful. Shoulder-length hair, a delicate face with arched eyebrows, and sparkling eyes, even with the streaks of dirt on her clear, smooth skin. A long, elegant neck. The torn jacket revealed the swell of her breasts, high and firm, like twin peaks. A mature sensuality radiated from her.
"What a pretty little thing. I'll take a taste of this," he muttered, forgetting all about Jerome. He'd betrayed the Northern gang, and he was looked down upon by the Southern gang… but he didn't care. As long as he had his men, he was valuable. Whether Jasper or Levi ended up running Harmony County, they would need him. Jerome could go to hell.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her roughly down the hallway toward the room at the end. Audrey, paralyzed with fear, didn't resist. As she was dragged away, she glanced back at the stillness of the storage closet. Lachlan was gone. He'd abandoned her. This night, it seemed, was destined to end in disaster.
Douglas hauled her into the room. The bed was rumpled. The naked woman from before lay sprawled across it, her bare ass in the air, a thick, white stream of semen dripping from her soaked pussy. She'd been fucked unconscious.
Audrey struggled now, but Douglas backhanded her, sending her sprawling. Tears welled up in her eyes. She huddled on the floor, trembling, looking up at him. He was worse than Quentin. If Quentin was an animal, Douglas was a demon.
He ripped off his shorts, revealing a thick, dark cock. Veiny, with a red glans and a bead of clear fluid at the tip. It swung obscenely in front of her face.
"Come on, lick it," he grinned, positioning himself over her, aiming his cock at her lips. "That pretty little mouth looks good for sucking."
Audrey stared at his exposed penis, the heavy balls swaying beneath, the pungent, fishy smell making her stomach churn.
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