Survive for Me (Broken Bounty #2)

by Ember Nicole

I was formally trained to withstand torture to some extent, but I was about to find myself face-to-face with a version of me that I really didn’t recognize now. Where my mind went to be able to survive that kind of abuse turned me into something that really wasn’t even human anymore.

Imagining them driving each other bat shit crazy was enough to make me smile, despite my current situation. I didn’t know if they’d get along beautifully because Trista was exactly like me, or if they’d despise one another for the very same reason.

couldn’t help but wonder what it meant for my own sanity that someone referring to Trista as poison only brought up the image of her smile. The fact that she tasted like ecstasy. And injected nitro right into my veins. My pretty, little poison.

My girls. Not his. Nobody else’s. Mine.

“Her pussy couldn’t really taste that good?” He added with that fucked up smile again. But it could. Because it did. Ecstasy.

“Stay where you are, Fancy Face. Right where you are. They have no idea how to find you.”

The only thing that kept me conscious and coherent was realizing that if this asshole ever did get his hands on Trista, this was exactly what he intended to do to her. And to prevent that, I was more than willing to just endure this until my last breath.

My girls.

But when you look as hard as humanly possible into what happened, there’s just no way that’s how it went. I haven’t found what I need to feel like I can prove that yet, but I will.

This moment give me chills.👀

“The fuck was that?” Memphis asked Utah. “Are you a Trista whisperer?” “Trista Whisperer,” he repeated and laughed. “I’ll take that as an official title now. Panic attack. I grew up with a lot of kids who had issues with anxiety. I wanted to help them, so I learned how.”

Memphis really is the best at what she does.

“I don’t know. Jersey asked me on a date just to throw my ass into the trunk of his car when he picked me up for it.”

Regardless of what sacrifice that means making on his end. Turns out you can’t ever get away from him once he’s decided he cares about you,” he said and laughed. “But he means well in his own fucked up way.”

I would’ve paid any amount of money just to have had someone tell me how the fuck I was supposed to drive the twenty minutes from the hospital back to the house with a brand new, totally defenseless human, who I created, strapped into the car seat behind me.

“Sometimes people get so caught up in loving the new baby that they seem to forget the mother still needs love and care too. Especially the mothers who struggled emotionally before the baby.”

But here you are, still making dumbass choices over pussy. Still not piecing together what actually happened to your own family. I tried to tell him that if you were even half as good as he thought you’d be, you’d figure it out and then it all would’ve been a waste. Turns out, he was right on that part. You were only smart enough to do the job you were told to do.”

Still not piecing together what actually happened to your own family.

What better way to break a man apart than by making him realize that the thing he’d been devastated by for years didn’t actually happen the way that he’d believed?

seeing my mother’s face wasn’t something I was prepared to deal with in addition to everything else today.

She’d done so little mothering in our short time together, and I really did let go of most of the anger over that years ago. The hurt over it still resurfaced every so often though. She was all I had left in the world when my dad passed away, and I would’ve thought she felt the same way about me. We should’ve been the thing the other counted on to get through it,

“He’s going to have a problem with my truck?” “He’s going to have a problem with everything about you.”

The kind of pain that my body was experiencing still didn’t even come close to the kind of chaos that was happening in my brain and my heart.

“I guess we know who the group’s daddy is,” I said and couldn’t help but laugh. “Please call him that in front of Jersey,” Memphis said quickly. “Like the very first chance that you get. Get it on camera and I will give you any dollar amount that you can come up with.” “He really is going to hate everything about you,”

“I think he’s hilarious. You’re the only one he’s making uncomfortable, Daddy Utah,” Memphis said and winked at Indy. Utah choked on nothing. Again. “Awe,” I said and slapped him on the shoulder. “Daddy Utah is terribly uncomfortable now. And I don’t think it has anything to do with Indy.” “Sorry,” Memphis added.

“Just tell her,” I whispered. “Tell her what?” “That you think she’s hot. What could you lose? We’re leaving tomorrow. Why not go for it?” “I’m not here for Memphis,” he said and laughed. “Since you brought it up, why are you here?” I asked. He stopped right where he was to look back at me. It was the most unpleasant I’d ever seen his face look. Not that he looked angry, just like he’d pulled down some weird emotionless mask. The same kind that Jersey wore. I shook my head. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to —.” “Good night, Trista,” he interrupted. He turned around and disappeared around the corner, headed for the stairs. “I wasn’t trying to upset you,” I whispered to the hallway.

Why did Utah come help?

Break for me. And shatter me with you.

The thought of my girls having to see me this way had me instantly hoping that today would be the day that Bryson just killed me, so they didn’t have to see this anymore.

“Don’t you dare. You break for me and me alone, baby. Don’t do it for them. Don’t give in.”

Survive for me, J. Please.

Daddy Utah. Trista Whisperer. Little Light. This weird as fuck man beside me.

The one that shall not be trusted.🙃

New Jersey can be the company wrecking ball. I’m the finesse.”

“It said, and I quote: mind your own business, you nosey little shit.”

“Emotionless and strong aren’t synonymous,” he said and stood back up. “Come on. Out of the box of sadness. Let’s go.”

“She deserved better,” she choked out before her hand went limp. She did. That was no lie.

Trista slipped out from under me when we got closer to a fucking pumpkin colored truck. I about threw up when she opened the back door. “The fuck is that? Where’s Seph?” “Jersey, please. Just get in. We can’t stop right now,” she begged. “Get in that Tonka toy? No, thank you. I’ll walk.” “Back to Indiana? You have nail holes in your fucking feet. Get. In. The. Truck.” “Where’s Seph, Triss?” I tried again.

“Jealousy isn’t a good color on you, old man. Ariel could drive right over that sad little car of yours,” Utah said.

He chuckled. “Enjoy it while you can, baby. I heal quickly, and then I’ll make sure everyone you’ve moved into this house can hear you scream your apology.”

“The emotions are yours. That’s not something to fear.”

“Devastated people need other broken people to have a place where they don’t feel so alone in their pain,” he said. “Misery loves company, or some shit?” “Broken hearts need someone with duct tape.” “That might be the most Utah thing to have ever been Utah’d in the history of Utahs.”

“Where’d you get liquor?” I asked. “Daddy Utah.” My whole body burst into flames. “I’ll kill everyone on this property if you ever use those two words side by side again, Triss.” “That’s an absurd amount of jealousy coming from someone who won’t even come near me on his own right now.” “We’re a fucking mess, you and I, baby.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about me not wanting you, Triss. It’s a pretty constant state of existence for me.”

Friction. Beautiful fucking friction. Finally.

Couple of them could use a good look at the way that I make you come for me,” he said. “And me alone.”

“I still want to hear you scream it, cry it. Beg,”

“Open your eyes,” I demanded again. “When you break for me this time, Triss, it’ll be the moment that you become mine. And only mine. For the rest of my days. Let me see it happen.”

“Take it,” I growled against the side of her head while I picked up the pace on her clit. “Take everything I have, everything I am.” I could see the very moment that she realized I wasn’t talking about my dick when actual tears pooled in those black coffee eyes. “Take all of me, Triss.”

She didn’t even move when the single tear escaped down her cheek. I shifted the rest of the way forward to wipe it from her skin with my thumb and put my arms around her again. “Doing an awful lot of that lately, Fancy Face.” “I don’t know why,” she choked out. “I don’t feel like I have any control over it anymore. I don’t know when I started being fragile.” I scoffed. “Fragile like a bomb, maybe.”

“Somehow, in like a fucking week, you clawed your way right inside me and latched on like a damn parasite. Now, there’s more of you in my heart than there is of me. I can’t even call it my heart anymore, Triss. It’s yours now. You’re the only one in there.”

“You called me a fucking parasite and it was still the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

I got the feeling that she doesn’t really know how to do relationships. She wouldn’t know how to tell you what she needed even if you asked.”