Father and son by blood

Andrew was right. I

I drop my gun to the ground.

I can only hope that outside my house there is an army ready and waiting to save Revean .

The first punch lands on my back before I can realize it. The men behind me land more blows, and then I'm joined by the two bodyguards in front. I struggle to defend myself, but it's impossible with six against one.

Before I know it, I'm on the ground and pain explodes throughout my body. I see Revean trying to free herself from the arms of the man holding her, but he is too strong. Her eyes are filled with tears.

My father takes the gun out of her mouth and, after stepping over me, walks away dragging Revean away. I try to get up and chase after them, but I get a barrage of kicks and punches to my body and legs, and I hear the crack of ribs breaking.

Get up.

Get up.

I try to stand up, but my body fails me.

My father is leaving with the woman I love.

I love!

I love Revean Smart.

"Goodbye, Eliot." My father turns to look at me. "Thank you for being the biggest disappointment of my life. I'm going to enjoy breaking Revean."

I reach out my hand to Revean , I try to get up, but I can't because more kicks incapacitate me. Revean disappears from my sight, and I know I have failed to keep her safe as I promised.

"Kill him," my father orders. "Send his head to my rivals. No one will ever dare mess with me again."

REVEAN

I can't get Mr. Snow's last words to his men out of my head: kill him and behead him.

I shut down completely. Without Eliot , there is no life.

They drag me out of the house, throw me in the back of a car and Eliot's father climbs in beside me. They bark orders and we speed off down the road into the desert. I don't know where they're taking me. My face swells by the minute and I keep feeling the buzzing in my head. Everything seems blurry, as if I'm in a dream unfolding in slow motion. No, it's not a dream, it's a nightmare, the scariest nightmare of my life.

Finally, the car comes to a screeching halt and I'm dragged out. My feet rake the sandy ground as two men, one on each side, carry me away. Harrison Snow walks like a king at the head of our procession. I am like a lamb to the slaughter.

We enter the building before us. It is a square box with no distinguishing features except the cross on the door. A chapel. He wants us to get married right away.

He wasn't kidding when he said I would be his.

Although his meaning of the word mine is very different from Eliot's .

I will belong only to Eliot .

But he is dead.

When we enter, a priest is standing in front of the chapel. Eliot's father throws him some papers and says, "I think you will see that everything is in order."

One of the guards appears next to the priest and points a gun at him.

"Marry us now," orders Mr. Snow .

I am held in front of the priest as he recites the wedding vows. I shake my head the whole time to show that I do not consent to this marriage. I don't repeat the vows, but it doesn't matter, he continues with the ceremony regardless. Once the vows are finished, he puts a certificate in front of me for me to sign. I refuse and he punishes me with another punch in the face. A wound opens up on my face and blood runs down my cheek and neck. It stains the white T-shirt I'm wearing.

But the pain is nothing.

I am numb.

Eliot is dead.

I will join him soon.

But first, I need to save the baby I'm carrying.

My name is signed with an 'x'.

' He probably doesn't know how to write anyway." Eliot's father drops the pen he just used to sign for me.

Part of me perks up when the priest announces that we are husband and wife. I struggle, try to wriggle free, but they hold me steady.

Mr. Snow appears in front of me.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you, ravaging your tight little pussy. You better get pregnant fast, otherwise I'm going to have to spend every day with my cock buried deep inside you until you do."

"That's if you still get it up," I spit in her face.

I'm tired of being polite and afraid of this man. He may take over my body, but not my mind. He wants to dominate me and scare me into submission, but I won't let that happen. I owe it to Eliot .

I'm glued to Mr. Snow's body . His erection digs into my thigh.

"Oh, I can still get it up, Revean . Don't worry about it ." My top falls open, exposing my bra for him . "Such nice breasts, perfectly curved." He gropes one over the top of my bra. "But this is what I really want." He gropes my sex over the top of the shorts I'm wearing.

"Strip her," Mr. Snow orders his men as he begins to undress. "I want many witnesses to the consummation of our marriage."

"You can't do this here, Mr. Snow . This is a house of God," the priest protests, but it falls on deaf ears.

"And as a man of God, you can't lie about what you're about to see. Me, fucking my new wife. Get down on your knees and pray she has another child."

A gun is pushed against the priest's forehead.

"Please, Mr. Snow . You can't do this here. I beg you."

The gun goes off and I start screaming until a hand covers my mouth to silence me.

The priest has been shot in the foot and collapses to the ground, groaning in pain.

"I should have thought of the consequences before I accepted my generous donation to your church. I knew exactly what kind of man I am," Mr. Snow growls at the priest as he removes his shirt and tie.

I want this nightmare to end.

Shoot me.

Shoot me, please.

I want to go back to Pharr, to my little trailer. To a time when I thought the world was hell because I had nothing. Now I have everything I want, and it's being taken away from me, piece by piece. Pharr is like heaven compared to this.

Who will take care of Luna?

Mery is dead.

Eliot is dead.

Oh God, poor Andrew.

My friends.

My family.

The only people I've ever really had.

Since the day my father died, my life has been controlled by the man who is currently taking off his pants in front of me.

He is about to rape me.

He's going to destroy every last part of me, and there's nothing I can do to stop him.

ELIOT

"Get him on his knees," orders one of the men holding me down.

I try to concentrate on the words and ignore the intense pain radiating from my body. I gasp for breath because every time I inhale sharp tendrils of agony invade me from my broken ribs. I am placed like a rag doll on my knees.

"I took an axe from the car." This time another man speaks. "We can chop his head off with it. Make it even more painful for him."

I need to save Revean .

Damn body. Stop failing me.

With all the strength I have left, I get to my feet and slam the back of my head into the face of the man holding me. He groans and I hear his nose break. And releasing me, he staggers back. My legs give way again and I fall to the ground. The axe man throws a blow at me, but I manage to tilt my body so that it goes right over me.

"Stop delaying the inevitable," he says to me as he prepares to hit me again with the axe.

He doesn't get a chance to do so, however, as gunshots ring out all around me and all the men lined up to attack me fall to the ground, dead.