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~MARK'S POV--cont.~
I stalk over to the bed and and release his left wrist and ankle as I gently roll him over onto his right side. I snuggle in behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I drape a leg across his hip.
Mine.
Tomorrow, we would start our lives over.......together.
~TRISH'S POV~
I lay under Scott as he forces my legs wider apart. My clothes lay in tattered remains around me, proof of his vicious attack. It's hard to breathe as Scott rams relentlessly into me. His weight effectively pinning me underneath him as his cock plunges deeper and deeper. My body aches and my head spins as his grunts of pleasure echo inside of the barn.
"You like it, don't you bitch?" He growls lustfully.
I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming. No matter how much he hurts me, I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. No man can make me scream.
His breath is foul as his face hovers just above mine. I wince as his lips suddenly press to mine. A sob escapes my throat as his hand roughly cups and squeezes one of my breasts, toying with my nipple.
I glance up and see Kevin watching, his face is expressionless. I realize in that moment that there will be no help from him. He may not rape me, but he will not help me. My fate has been sealed.
Scott grunts as he thrusts one final time before he tenses. My body goes limp as I feel his seed spilling deep inside of me, fouling my insides. Maybe now this nightmare will end. I'm not afraid of dying, but I just wish that I could've helped Edge escape first.
Scott pulls his now limp cock out of me and smirks at Kevin as he tucks himself back into his pants. "Your turn."
"No thanks. I prefer guys."
"Your lost," Scott smirks as he zips his pants up. "How do you want to dispose of her?"
"She's your problem," Kevin growls. "You dispose of her."
Scott snorts. "Ok, be that way."
I bite my lip as Scott's fist connects with my face. He continues to pound me with his fists, but I refuse to cry out. No way am I giving this bastard any pleasure. After several blows to my face, I start to lose consciousness. Not only is my head spinning, but I'm so cold. 'I don't want to die....not like this,' my mind screams as my eyes close.
~KEVIN'S POV~
I watch as Scott beats the young agent to death. Scott is responsible for her being here so he can take care of the body. It's a shame that she had to die that way, but what can I say. Life is a bitch. Mark would really freak if he heard a gunshot.
I watch as Scott carries her limp, lifeless body into the woods.
"Make sure that they have a hard time finding her," I call out. "And make sure that she's dead," I remind him.
He nods as he trudges deep into woods.
God, I hope that he doesn't fuck this up. I love him, but sometimes, he really tries my patience.
~SCOTT'S POV~
Damn, she's heavy.
She doesn't look that fat.
I glance back and can't see the house or Kevin. The bugs are starting to come out in full force, especially after smelling the blood that covers the woman. Hell, Mark will never know.
I dump her from my arms and she lands sprawled out before me like a rag doll. I grin as a wicked idea slips into my mind. I position her so that she is laying flat on her back with her legs spread. Just like bitches should lay.
I silently laugh to myself at the humor of it.
Christian would be pissed when he found his friend. He just better hope that he never crossed paths with us. Kevin still had a crush on him from when he raped him before. I have a feeling Kevin would be keeping him for awhile, like Mark is Edge.
Sighing, I blow a kiss to Trish. "It's been fun, but now I have to go," I whisper, "and you have to rot."
I remember what Kevin said about making sure that she was dead. I give her ribs a good swift kick, smiling when she doesn't move. She just lies there motionless.
Looks dead to me.
Whistling merrily, I head back to the house.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I stare at the photos that Hunter found on Mark's web page.
"Why?" I ask as I stare at the one of Trish and me in bed. "They look so real."
"He wants Edge to believe that you've been unfaithful," Hunter replies bitterly.
"Fuck."
We both jump as the phone rings. Hunter picks it up and smiles at me.
He slams the phone down. "We got a location on Trish's car. Thank God for tracking devices."
"I'll call Benoit and Billy. They'll want in on this," I quickly add as I pull out my cell phone as I follow him out of the office.
We were going to need all the help that we could get.
~BILLY'S POV~
The phone rings and I frown as I have to pull myself away from Shane's warm body. I wince in slight discomfort of being fucked through the sofa and mattress, but a smile slides across my face as I remember that I had loved every moment of it and begged for more.
Shane may not be a superhero, but he could fuck like one.
"Hello?" I ask sleepily.
I listen as Christian fills me in on all the details.
"I'm on my way," I whisper as I hang up the phone.
I try to scoot from the bed as quietly as possible without disturbing my lover, but Shane's arms wrap around me. "What's wrong?"
"I have to go," I whisper, unable to tell him why.
"Be careful," he whispers with a slight yawn.
"Will you be here when I get back?" I ask hopefully.
"You bet," he whispers. "Maybe we can explore some more positions."
I grin as I continue sliding out of bed and dressing quickly. I lean down and give Shane a deep kiss before I leave. "I think I love you," I whisper.
"I know that I love you," he whispers back, putting a smile on my face as I leave.
I do a high five in the air as I practically skip down the walkway. Damn, he was hot.
~SHANE'S POV~
I pull my boxers on and grab my other clothes as I slip from Billy's apartment. I watch as he gets in his car.
I do love him, but I have to finish what I started.
I slip down the walkway and into my car undetected by him. Hopefully, he will lead me to Mark Callaway.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I click my cell phone shut. Christian has a possible location on Mark and there's no way that I'm going to miss out on bringing that bastard down.
I stand and give my sleeping lover a soft kiss on the forehead, and he moans in his sleep. "It'll be alright, you'll see," I whisper.
He now was refusing to allow me to even touch him. The doctor said it was normal for rape victims to push away their loved ones. He said that Chris was feeling dirty and violated, but with love and patience that feeling would pass.
Damn right it would pass, I was going to get rid of the fucking problem.....personally.
~KEVIN'S POV~
My head snaps up as I see the faint flicker of red and blue lights as they make there way through the trees.
"FEDS!" I yell at Scott, who freezes as he stares at the approaching lights.
I run to the house and bang on the door. "Mark, the Feds are on their way here!"
I hear him cursing as he hits the floor.
I grab Scott's hand and head for the woods. As we run, I trip over something. A string of curses exit my mouth.
"Idiot!" I growl at Scott as I realize that it was Trish's body.
"She was heavy," he whines.
I roll my eyes as I stand and dust myself off. "Shut up and let's get the hell out of here."
~MARK'S POV~
I undo Edge's right wrist and ankle cuff and scoop him into my arms. I open the door to find the house quickly being surrounded by FBI. Fuck! How did they find me?
I kick the door shut with my foot as I carry Edge to the back room with me.
His eyes slowly flutters open. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much. The cops are trying to kill me," I growl.
Edge's eyes widen as Christian's voice echoes in the night. "Let Edge go Mark, and come out with your hands up."
"NEVER!" I hiss back.
Edge looks at me fearfully. "They'll kill you Mark."
"Do you love me?" I ask him.
He gulps. "I suppose that I always have loved you, but you've done some bad things."
"I did them for you, so that we could be together," I argue as I hold him tight. "Please remember that? Remember that Christian hurt you, cheated on you, not me."
The door to the room bursts open and I fling Edge to the floor just as the hail of bullets starts. Much to my surprise, Christian and Benoit are good shots, but I'm not so bad either as I also wing Benoit in the shoulder and Christian in the thigh.
My gun drops from my hand as I stare down my chest, which is rapidly turning crimson red.
"NO!" Edge screams as he gently eases me to the floor and hovers over me. His hands pressing against the multiple bullet wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. I see Christian's shocked expression and smile.
I reach up and caress his face. "So beautiful," I whisper as I pull a syringe from my pocket. He gasps as I jab it into his lower abdomen and release the entire vial into him. "My gift to you," I whisper as I suddenly feel a cold, darkness claiming me.
I guess it's time that I found out if there really was a hell.
Through glazed eyes, I watched Edge stagger backwards as he clutched at his stomach. I watched Christian as he held his bleeding leg as he slowly dragged himself over to Edge unsure what to do.
Edge's body convulsed before he finally fell to the floor unconscious. I smiled as I realized that when he woke up , he was going to get the surprise of his life.
Christian shook him gently as he tried to awaken him.
"What did you give him?" Christian screams me.
"The....greatest.....gift," I whisper as my eyes slowly shut.
~BILLY'S POV~
I watch as the coroners office wheels Mark's body out of the house and the paramedics rush Edge to the nearest hospital. Before Mark had died, he had injected Edge with something causing him to have convulsions and pass out.
"I found her!" Hunter yells as he comes crashing through the dense trees and shrubs carrying a very nude Trish Stratus. Damn, she looks small in his arms.
As I rush toward him, so do the second set of paramedics.
"She's alive," Hunter whispers more to himself than anyone else. If the truth be told, I think he has a crush on the sultry blonde.
The paramedics take her from his arms and place her on the gurney.
Sighing in relief, I glance back at the cars and spot a familiar face.
~SHANE'S POV~
I frown as I see Billy approaching my car. He doesn't look happy that I followed him here.
"You followed me?" He asks angrily.
"I had to," I whisper truthfully. "I had to make sure that he never hurt anyone else ever again."
Billy sighs and then looks at me again. "Did you really mean it when you said that you loved me? Or was I just a pawn to find Mark?"
"I meant every word," I growl, hurt that he would think such a thing.
He shuffles his feet nervously as he lowers his eyes. "Look, you shouldn't be here," he whispers.
"Give me another chance?" I ask hopefully.
He smiles and blushes again, obviously remembering how I had made him feel just hours earlier. "Yeah," he whispers. "How about tomorrow night?"
"I think that it can be arranged," I quickly reply.
"It's a date then," Billy says with a slight smile.
"Date," I repeat.
~TBC~
