Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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Grayson was as charming as ever. Talking to him was easy. She caught herself almost confessing her deepest secrets to him at times. He didn’t seem to be holding anything back. She knew his life's story, his ambitions, his fears. She still craved his touch, to be under him once more. They hadn’t done anything since her birthday and she was longing for another round with him, but their lives were always pulling them in different directions. [It’s okay.]

Even with the disgraceful acts she had done, possibly with his cousin, she was sure she was destined to be with Grayson. It was hard to really date, since they could not be seen in public together until she was officially a Hindrick and a wedding was in the making to join their family trees.

Reeza kissed Grayson long and hard, then took her leave. The feel of his hand gently stroking her cheek while she kissed him played on repeat. By the time she reached her limo, she snapped out of her love-struck puppy dog mode. She wanted to see Luke. She solemnly believed Legs was Luke. His voice, eyes, and build were all the same. She took out the black card and sent a text message to the number on it.

A response came back almost immediately, “I’ve been waiting for you. Tonight at the Old Hausen warehouse district at 11 pm. I will find you.”

“Old Hausen?” she whispered to herself. The warehouse district was abandoned; only the roughest of roughians loafed around there. Even the apartments and homes that were within two to three miles of the district had been abandoned. The area was called, “No man’s land.” She was going to go. She wasn’t going to tell anyone her destination. She was going to put her life, her very existence, in the hands of a complete stranger.

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She put on a sleek short dark blue dress. It flowed when she walked. The way it fit, screamed 'sexy party girl'. She didn’t want to look like she was intentionally going to ‘no man’s land’. She needed to come off like a lost soul. She read through the instructions to get into Hausen several times. Any vehicle visiting that place had to be small or the driver had to walk. Most streets were barricaded off by brick walls, so it was impossible to accidentally drive into the area..

She was so scared she went to the bathroom multiple times. She wasn’t sure if she had to vomit or pee. All she knew was her stomach was turning and she needed to push through. This was something she wanted.Reeza left her house in her sleekest black car. She would hide it before she started her stroll to the location.

Her heart thumped in her chest as she zoomed in and out of traffic at 90 miles per hour. This meeting place was extreme. When she pulled into a small warehouse and parked, she felt the uneasiness and anxiety broiling up in her stomach. She stepped out quickly then puked. She quickly pulled out a handkerchief to put her face back in order.

It was time for her to get to the location. She wished she knew what he was going to be doing. As she made her way through the desolate streets, she felt watched or followed. She turned to look behind her but all she could see were the shadows bestowed by the faint street lamps. She picked up her pace. She needed to get to the building where Legs would be waiting for her.

She turned the corner and was met by a gang of five men. They were surprised to see her. Their smiles were large and their excitement was evident in their devilish cackling. They blew kisses at her and admired her mask. The shortest of them reached out and touched her thighs. “You must be a gift from the heavens!” he hissed. She took steps back and turned to run, only to be met by three more men, tattooed, muscular, with piercings in random places.

She screamed and pleaded for someone to help her. The men laughed. “No one will hear you. This is the wrong place to expect help!” The taller of the men said and then he grabbed her hair. He held her so far off the ground that her heels fell off of her feet. The men tore at her clothing. They lifted her dress and pushed their hands into her bra and her panties. She twisted and turned and continued to yell. This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted one guy to touch her and strike a fear into her heart. [Not this.]

She managed to wriggle herself free from the taller man’s grasp. She ran off barefooted into the darkness, and they continued to pursue her. [I’m going to die.] No one would find her body for days. This area was literally dark, she couldn’t even call for help if she wanted to. The warehouse she ran into was filled with dirty mattresses on the ground, beer cans, and scattered trash.

She was so scared. She couldn’t think of a way out of the situation. She could hear the men calling out to her, telling her that they would be gentle with her. The texture of the grimy cement under her feet kept her on the verge of vomiting. The smell in the air was of decay. As if she turned on the lights, the mattresses would have skeletons lying next to them. That made her freeze in her tracks. The possibility that she was walking into an aboveground graveyard was great.

The police stopped coming to the area more than 5 years ago. The normal person wouldn’t know how to get into Hausen, let alone walk around in the middle of the night. She was shaken from her thoughts of her pending doom by cold hands. She turned around quickly, swinging wildly, her tears blurring her vision. She stumbled over loose garbage and fell on her bottom. She was so consumed with terror that the darkness blocked out all sound except for her screaming.

The dim light that forced its way into the abandoned warehouse, placed dark silhouettes in front of her. She continued to scoot back as soot and dirt pushed into her fingernails. A larger man stepped forward. She could hear him unbuckling his belt, undoing his zipper. Those sounds seemed to be drawn forward by the complete and utter silence in the room. They echoed in her mind.

The men seemed to take another step backwards from her as the larger man strolled over to her body. She had lost her will to live but the word, “No” continued to pounce into the darkness. He leaned down and grabbed her neck. She could feel the dirt from his hands scraping against her skin. He pushed her legs forward then whispered, “Genuine, unadulterated fear is all I deal in.” Her eyes widened as his familiar voice screeched like nails against a chalkboard in her ears. Then he pushed himself deep into her.

She thought, “Damn it Reeza! You knew he was a villain!” She hated herself for the pain and fear she thought she wanted. [He is not even going to loosen his grip.] He was one hundred percent in character. She closed her eyes tight and tried to only feel the size and girth of him. If she was going to die, she wanted to die cumming.

After she came, at some point during his pounding, she lost consciousness. When she came to, she was in her car. She was covered with semen and dirt. It was close to three o’clock in the morning. She started her vehicle and quickly headed back the way she came in.