"Cops haven't done shit, Bella! We need to go find him—god, they're so useless, they're corrupted! Fuck!" Elara's voice cracked like lightning as she paced the living room, fingers digging into her hair so hard I thought she'd rip it out.
She wasn't just angry. She was ready to burn the world down to find him.
"It's only been two days, Elara..." I said, but even my voice wavered. The police avoiding eye contact, the half-assed questions, the way they shrugged when we begged—it all clicked together in my head. "Fuck... maybe we should."
Elara froze mid-stride and turned to me, desperation sharpening her eyes.
"You know of any enemies Noah might have?" Her voice was low, trembling with hope and fear tangled together.
I scratched my head, forcing my brain to work through the fog of panic. Then my gaze met Elara's, and the realization slammed into both of us at the exact same time.
"The girl from the bus."
"The girl from the bus."
We said it together, like we shared the same heartbeat. Like sisters connected by the same terrifying thought, in a way we were.
Elara stepped toward me fast, her hands clasped to her chest as if she were holding onto a prayer. "Have you seen her before?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "But Noah described her. Green eyes. Black hair with those weird grey streaks. And he said she's shorter than us."
Elara's hands landed on my shoulders, gripping with a wild mix of relief and adrenaline. Her eyes glistened—not quite tears, but something close.
"You're so fucking clutch," she breathed, pulling me into a fierce embrace before tearing away again, brain already racing.
"But how are we gonna find her?" I asked. Panic itched under my skin. The world felt too big, too chaotic. We didn't even know this woman's name let alone how she looks.
Elara's expression hardened like steel cooling. Her thinking face—the one that meant she was already formulating a plan miles ahead of me.
"Well... think about it," she said, pacing again but slower now, more intentional. "Every time Noah ran into her, it was on the bus. That means she doesn't have a car. She relies on the bus system."
I felt my body jolt at the clarity of it. “So we just keep riding until we see her?"
"Exactly." Elara nodded once, sharp and confident. "We find her. We follow her home. She leads us right to Noah."
It made sense. It actually made sense. And Elara—god, she was brilliant when she was focused like this.
"But wait," I said suddenly, a spike of anxiety hitting me. "Don't you have work? I-I can't do this by myself, Elara, I'm not—"
She cut me off with a firm hand on my arm. "I can take as much time off as I want. I'm not letting a job stop me from finding our husband." Her voice softened, but her determination didn't waver for even a second. "We'll be fine. I promise."
She grabbed her phone off the table, shoved it into her pocket, and threw open the front door without hesitation.
She looked back at me with a small, fierce smile—one that held all her hope, all her love, all her rage.
"Come on. We need to find our husband."
And just like that, we ran out into the day.
"Holy shit, Melanie, ease up a bit..." the girl to my side muttered, her voice laced with amusement as she forcibly guided my fingers deeper into her slick, wet pussy.
Her moans grew louder, her eyes locking onto the girl straddling me, who was riding me with ruthless intensity, her hips slamming down with no mercy.
"Look at him, he fucking loves it rough... don't you, you little bitch?" Melanie growled, her hand cracking across my face with a sharp slap.
The sting sent a jolt through me, and I couldn't help but moan, my eyes rolling back involuntarily. I didn't want to feel this good, but damn, my body was betraying me.
"You're gonna break him, sis..." Laura warned from my right, her voice tinged with concern, though she didn't stop grinding against my bandaged fingers.
Pain shot through my hand with every movement, the bruises screaming in protest, but she didn't give a damn. "Move them faster," she hissed, her nails digging into my wrist.
"Who does this dick belong to?" Melanie demanded, her grip tightening around my throat. Her fingers squeezed hard, cutting off my air, and I felt the edges of my vision blur.
I didn't answer, didn't give in, even as my body started to give out. Darkness swallowed me whole for what felt like just a fleeting moment—five seconds of pure, empty nothing.
When I came to, the girl who'd been at my side was now on top of me, her fiery red hair spilling over my face like a curtain as she bounced on my cock with desperate, frenzied thrusts.
Her tight heat gripped me, and I could feel every shudder of her body as she chased her release.
"I-I was gonna be gentle... but fuck! This dick feels too damn good..." she panted, her nails raking down my chest, leaving faint red trails. I winced at the sharp sting, while Melanie, the one who'd been fucking me before, leaned in close, her hot breath on my ear as she nibbled at the lobe.
I tried to look away, to focus on anything else, but my gaze landed on the corner of the room. There, a blue-haired girl sat sprawled in a chair, her legs spread wide as she touched herself, her eyes hungry and fixed on the scene of me being utterly ravaged.
A weak sigh escaped me, morphing into a faint moan as the redhead hit a spot that made my entire body tense, my toes curling against the sheets. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tight coil building in my core.
"He's gonna cum," Laura said from the side, her tone almost shocked. I could feel her eyes on me, burning with something dark.
I think this was the first time I was about to finish since they'd taken me, and I could sense Laura's jealousy boiling over. She hated not being the one to push me over the edge.
I didn't hold back anymore.
I let go, a loud, broken moan tearing from my throat as I came hard inside the redhead. Her walls clenched around me, and she gasped, her own orgasm hitting at the same time, our bodies trembling together in perfect, messy sync.
"Lucky fucker," Laura muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with venom. I was still gasping, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, but the redhead didn't stop.
She kept rolling her hips, riding out the aftershocks, her slick heat dragging every last shudder from me.
"What's wrong, Laura? Pissed you can't make him cum like that?" the redhead taunted, a sly smirk on her lips as she glanced over her shoulder.
Laura's face twisted with rage, her hands balling into fists. "Shut the fuck up, you just got lucky," she spat, her voice low and dangerous, the air thick with her fury.
"You're so fucking good..." I moaned breathlessly at the redhead, deliberately pushing Laura's buttons. I couldn't help myself; the spite felt good, even if I knew there'd be hell to pay.
"Alright, that's it. Get the fuck out," Laura snapped, springing off the bed with a furious glare.
She shoved the redhead off me with enough force to make her stumble, her bare feet hitting the floor hard. My stomach dropped. Yeah, I definitely fucked up. Laura's eyes burned into me, promising retribution, and I braced myself for whatever came next.
Laura straddled me, her weight pressing down on my hips as her eyes burned with a mix of rage and something darker, more possessive. The other three girls had stormed off, dressed and fuming, their footsteps fading down the hall.
Laura's gaze followed them until they were gone, then snapped back to me, her expression hardening as she climbed fully on top of me, her thighs clamping tight around my waist.
"You think you're funny?" she whispered, her voice low and dangerous, barely containing the anger simmering beneath. "Let's see if you think this is funny." She leaned over to the nightstand, her movements slow and deliberate, yanking the drawer open with a harsh scrape.
My heart stopped as she pulled out the knife—the same one she'd used on me before, the blade glinting under the dim light. Panic surged through me, my body tensing beneath her.
"No, no, no, no, no! Please, I'm sorry! I'll cum inside you, please don't, I beg of you... please, mommy, please!" The word slipped out, bitter and humiliating on my tongue. I fucking hated calling her that, but I'd say anything to stop her from carving into me again.
"Please, Laur—love, please, I love you... don't do this." The lie tumbled out, desperate and raw, and I saw her freeze. Her grip on the knife didn't loosen, but her movements stopped, her head tilting as if she hadn't heard me right.
"What did you say?" she asked, her voice shifting, confusion and a flicker of something like hope mixing in her tone. She stared at me, searching my face, the blade still hovering dangerously close.
"I-I love you..." I muttered, turning my head to the side, letting my cheeks flush with fake embarrassment. I prayed this would work, that she'd buy the act and drop the damn knife.
"Say it again..." she ordered, her voice trembling now, a mix of demand and longing. Her eyes were locked on mine, intense and unblinking.
"I love you..." I repeated, forcing the words out with as much sincerity as I could muster.
In an instant, she tossed the knife aside, the metal clattering against the floor, and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around me. She pulled me into a suffocating hug, my face buried in the soft, warm press of her breasts, her scent overwhelming me.
"I knew you'd give in... I love you too," she murmured into my hair, her voice dripping with triumph and relief.
"I never would've thought having a barely legal boyfriend would be this good!" She laughed, a giddy edge to it, her grip tightening like she'd never let go.
I cringed internally, every word of hers digging into me like a dull blade. But at least I'd dodged getting marked again. My skin was safe—for now.
I stayed still, letting her hold me, knowing damn well this temporary reprieve was just a delay. Her mood could flip in a heartbeat, and I'd be back on the edge of that knife if I didn't play my cards right.