CADEnce (Deception Book 2) (18 page)

I titled my head, straining to listen.

“Don’t hurt me.”
Her voice was quiet; full of fear and pain.

Dante proceeded to un-cuff her then pour water down her throat. But it was their next conversation that made my eyes widen.

“Always were the defiant one.”

“You . . . Do I know you?”
Faye rasped as her eyes widened on him.

“What?” I choked out. This wasn’t making any sense.

Dante disappeared. Faye slung the bottle across the room then my soul died when I saw her bladder empty and she sunk to the floor, screaming for them to let her out as she pounded on the door.

She didn’t know him. She—did—not—recognize—Dante. What the fuck?

Numerous other scenes flashed up but I didn’t stop hitting ‘next’ until a scene unfolded that my sick sense of need wanted to see and I hit play halfway through the scene.

“Do you want it, Belle?”
Dante growled at her,
his filthy hands holding a wand on some pearls that were barely covering Faye’s pussy. She was propped up on a table by her elbows, her face tight with pleasure, and her body trembling in need.
“Tell me, do you want me inside you, fucking that throb you have building. Does your greedy little pussy want to be fed? I can smell you. Damn, I want to fuck you. Do you want me to?”

“Yes!”
She shouted as a sob tore up my throat. I licked at something tickling my lip, realizing it was blood when the copper tang burnt my tongue.

“You really asking, Star? Does your pussy want to strangle my thick cock?”

“Damn you, Troy, just fuck me!”

“You asked, Star.”

I closed my eyes when Dante freed himself and thrust inside her. Inside my girl. His filthy fucking dick taking something from her. Me.

I watched the rest of the clips in shock, my stomach emptying twice more before I couldn’t watch any longer. My eyes were sore, my throat constricted with pain. My body was both weak but over-sensitized, my skin prickled with goose bumps as deep shivers ricocheted through me.

I had watched as memories came back to her, confused and twisted memories, memories Faye couldn’t decipher in her own head, leading her to believe Dante was me. I had witnessed each one as they snapped inside her mind, her brow creasing, her head tipped slightly at an angle as if she tried to force the replay in her mind to make sense.

And Dante had never seen it. He’d persecuted her, degraded her and humiliated her. He’d definitely raped her, whatever stupid thoughts she had about it all. He’d played with her, manipulated her emotions until like a lost sheep she clung to the master as her only source of comfort. I understood why she had been reluctant to tell me, thinking I wouldn’t believe she had lost her memories. And to be honest, maybe if I hadn’t seen this footage and the way things had developed, then I would have had a hard time believing her.

The remote flew across the room as my temper snapped, hitting the wall and starting the whole damn disc to replay on fast forward, the images flicking in sequence and pouring gas onto my already burning fury.

The room took my wrath. I pulled at everything, needing to ease the raging storm inside me before it ripped me in two, my screams fuelling my rampage as the room disintegrated beneath my hands. Knick-knacks and cheap junk that Faye and I had collected over the years from our vacations that had been stored in order on a dresser scattered across the floor; the shoddy workmanship pulverized easily under my wreckage.

Finally spent, I slid down the wall, my tears dried up under my rage, my heart beating furiously as I panted, trying to bring it back into pace with my breathing.

My gaze landed on the tiny cocktail umbrella. Picking it up, I swirled it in my fingers unable to hold in the smile as the memory of that day filled my mind. I’d asked Faye to marry me a few hours earlier, and then we spent the rest of the day in our hotel room; I’d had drinks delivered. The umbrella had decorated our cocktails and I had tortured Faye with it, trailing it softly over her hypersensitive skin and tickling her until she couldn’t stop the tears and the giggles.

A tear slid from my eye when I saw it was torn now, the little stick snapped in half and sharp. I snapped my eyes to the rest of the things, despair clawing its way up my throat when I realized I’d destroyed our memories.

Scooping up the fractured parts, I attempted to fix them all back together, another frantic sob bursting from me when I found them all ruined beyond repair.

“No,” I whispered, gulping back the ache.

Everything was such a mess; my life as well as the souvenirs a mass of twisted and broken dreams. And she was carrying his baby. How could I ever look at it and not see him and what he did to her?

What the hell was she playing at, asking Kenny for the footage? She was up to something, I was sure of it.

‘Remember the memories and smile.’

What the hell did that even mean? I picked up another trinket, sighing at the smashed Eiffel tower. I’d ruined our memories. I frowned, picking up the tiny pebble we’d found on the beach. Faye had a replica in her memory box.

In her memory box!
Fuck! Her memory box!

IT WAS STILL WHERE SHE kept it on the top shelf in her closet. Lifting down the large pink box covered in a multitude of our photos that she’d glued all over it, I lifted the lid. A sharp gasp rushed from me when a blank disc in a clear sleeve lay on the top. What caught my attention, though, was the small round smiley face sticker on it.

‘Remember the memories and SMILE.’

Scrambling into her bedroom, I climbed on her bed, hitting the button in the headboard that brought up the TV that was sunk into the base of her bed. It climbed slowly; too fucking slowly. As soon as it snapped into place, I slid the disc into the slot in the side and hit play.

Her image appeared on the screen.

“I hope you’re watching this, Cade. I found a bug in my phone and Dante warned me he has someone in our inner circle working for him. I don’t know who to trust. I hope you remember the box I kept our most precious memories in and understood my clue. Well, obviously you did or you wouldn’t be looking at me now.”

She giggled, the sound lighting my heart.

“People can take your soul and destroy it. They can break down your will. Break your body, your heart, but our memories are precious and the foundation of who we are. I told you when you asked if Dante raped me that it was complicated. He raped me of you, us, me, my memories. I was so lost with no connection to who I was. I woke up seeing everything in black and white and only a sadistic, lying predator to fill in the color and he did it with watercolors, blurring the images to the reality.”

Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, the mass of them spilling over the edge until she swiped at them angrily and smiled sadly.

“I sensed you, though, despite it all. I sensed I was missing someone deep in the soul of me and I should have been stronger for you. I will never forgive myself for being so easily manipulated.”

She sighed, lowering her eyes in shame. “God damn it, Faye! You have nothing to be ashamed of!” I shouted at the screen, angry that she wasn’t real and couldn’t actually hear me.

“I love you, Cade, so damn much but I need to go back to find and destroy the horrible tapes he has of me and I need to take him down so he can’t ever come after you for loving me. I’m so sorry. It was all more lies and tricks, the pregnancy. I found out I’m not pregnant. He has a woman, Delia, she is a doctor. I believe she has been injecting this hormone into me. God, how screwed up is all this, Cade? How did we get here? It’s all so surreal. I would give anything to be back on that beach with you slipping your ring down that thread. I know that thread is broken now. Please forgive me.”

She wasn’t pregnant and she was there on her own trying to take him down.

My cell trilled, making me jump. I swiped the tears soaking my cheeks and brought the phone to my ear. “Hey, man, Alex is missing.”

“What?”

“And that’s not all . . . Blue’s awake.”

“I’m on my way.”

IT MADE EVERY PART OF me clench up when I passed through the doors to Blue’s hospital room. I had avoided this like the plague. I felt the guilt infested in every fiber of me. I was the reason she was in there.

Her face had gone down from the swelling but the bruising painted every inch of her skin. I walked over to her bed and placed my hand down on hers. She was trembling. Tears filled her startling blue eyes. I could see the rest of Beneath Innocence sitting in the back of the room, and Jenson standing by her bedside

“I’m so sorry, Blue. He will pay with his life for this.”

Her hand slipped from under mine and she slowly reached for the table that came over her bed with a piece of paper and pen resting on it. Her hand trembled as she attempted to write something down.

Frank . . . Frank . . . Frank!

“You want Frank?” What the hell, she hardly knew him.

The whole bed shook from the rattle of her tremor, her head trying to shake. I placed my hands down on her hips trying to stop her from panicking but had the opposite effect; an inhumane cry retched from her. “No . . . please!” her muffled cries called out despite her fractured jaw.

Jenson pulled me away roughly. “You can’t touch her anywhere but the hand, Cade.” He was torn up and I felt every ache with him. They had destroyed the woman he loved. “When I asked her who did this to her.” He swiped at a few stray tears and came close with gritted teeth. “She kept writing Frank, Cade!” My vision blurred as sickness rose in my stomach. No way, Frank adored Faye. He was capable of a lot, but brutal rape? My head was buzzing, blurring out the room.

“Where the fuck is he, Cade?” I couldn’t speak, memories flashed in my head from all the years Frank had worked as Faye’s number one. “Where is he?” Jenson’s hands fisted my shirt. He was desperate and breaking just like me.

“He said he needed to take some time off. He said he couldn’t handle that Faye willingly left.” I shook my head, her words echoing back at me, ‘
Dante warned me he has someone in our inner circle working for him.’

I turned to single out Kenny. “On that payroll list?”

Kenny shook his head. “There was no Frank.”

I closed my eyes and counted to three to stop my jaw from cracking my teeth. “What about a Jeffery Franklin Morgan?”

I knew when his pupils dilated and his shoulders stiffened.

“Fuck!” A growl ripped from Jenson’s lips. “He’s dead, Cade, him and Dante. We need a plan.” I nodded in agreement.

Adam, the drummer for Beneath Innocence, stood from his chair and came over to us. “Look I know Cade and you used to dabble in the underground fighting scene and shit, but fuck, Jenson, we’re a rock band and Cade’s a movie star. We were and still are well out of our depth. Look at what they’re capable of.” He was scared and rightly so but he wasn’t safe all the time Dante and Frank still breathed air.

“We need help,” Jenson said, nodding at me.

“Who the fuck can we ask to help us kill people! Fuck, I don’t know if I could even be a part of this.” Adam said, pacing the floor.

“You
are
a part of this! You’re one of us, and look at my woman, Adam.” Jenson pointed to Blue. “I don’t care what we have to do or who we have to hire to help us do it. I will do Frank myself! And I want the others who helped him. I won’t rest until I make them pay.”

We all startled when a man’s voice boomed into the room. “I’m glad to hear that! And no hiring necessary. I will give you the men you need. I get to kill this Frank, that’s my only condition.” A greying man, easily six foot six stood inside the door, his expensive suit a contrast against the rugged beard and tattoos creeping up his neck.

“Who are you?”

“Daddy.” A broken whisper came from Blue and then a wince and a moan of pain.

“She doesn’t tell people about me and avoids me best she can. But she is my baby and those disgusting parasites have no idea whose wrath they have brought upon themselves.”