Chapter 31

Chapter 30
Bree struggled to get out of the creek bed, it was higher than the other side, but she managed to get almost to the top when she began to slip back down. She screamed when someone grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back up to the solid land.

“Easy, Bree, I’ve been following you, I’m just trying to help.” The deep voice tried to explain to her.

The man’s words fell on deaf ears, Bree began to run away but she was yanked back hard by her dripping wet hair.

“I guess you are really difficult, huh? Now I see how my father let you escape, you are too much of a pain.”

Bree went slack, “F-father?” she stuttered out as she shivered from being cold and wet and scared. Who was this man’s father?

“Yeah, I’ve been around since day one, I actually talked my father into everything,” he whispered against her ear, trailing his fingers along her neck. “Now that Justin Mathers ruined you, Father and I can have the fun we’ve wanted and then just get rid of you and still get money for the other five.”

Bree wanted to throw up at the feel of the man touching her. She tried to break free from him but was slammed face first into the ground hard. She let out a cough and went to get up when she suddenly felt his heavy weight press down against her back.

She tried to struggle but with no prevail. What had she done? She was out here alone, Justin probably didn't know where she was, there was no way he could find her. She screamed as she tried to get out from under him. She felt his rough hands go to the front of her pants and started to yank them down.

“First me then Father,” the man gritted out. “Quit struggling and accept your fate.”

But she couldn’t give in to defeat, she continued the struggle, she wouldn’t give in easily, “You’re a disgusting pig, let me go!” she demanded. “Justin will stop you.”

“Oh, he won’t find you,” he cackled a little, his hands still trying their hardest to get her pants undone.

“Wanna bet?” the deep voice demanded from behind them.

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Justin felt so much hate flow through him as he found the disgrace of a cop on top of his darlin’ and saying the evil words to her. “I think I just proved you wrong, now get off of my girl.” He demanded, having his gun raised and pointed at the young cop's head, he pressed the muzzle of the gun hard into his head, he wouldn't think twice about pulling the trigger at this point.

The man rolled away from Bree, and she scrambled farther away from the man and struggled to pull her pants back up quickly. Justin moved to her quickly. She was at least somewhat okay, probably scared and she was completely soaked.

“Get on the damn ground with your hands on the back of your head.” Justin growled out glaring at the piece of crap he wanted to beat senseless, like he had apparently done to Bree and the others.

“Bro, what’s going on?” Ben’s panicky voice filled his ear.

“Later, Ben.” Justin kept his eyes trained on the young Martines-Thompson cop. Justin watched the tool put his hands on the back of his head. Justin rushed forward the gun still trained on the man as he pulled his zip tie cuffs out of his back pocket. He pushed his gun into his waist band and yanked the man’s hands from his head, not giving any mercy.

Martines-Thompson let out a yell of pain as Justin slid the cuffs on and tightened them then he went for the legs and tightened them as well then pulled his feet up to his hands tying up the piece of garbage.

“That hurts Mathers!” he screamed out.

“This is nothing compared to what has been done to my girl and my niece.” Justin held back from slamming his foot into Martines’ stomach. “Ben, come to the spot where Bree’s transmitter disappeared, I found at least one of the assholes, Bree seems okay, checking on her now.”

As soon as Justin was close enough Bree practically threw herself up into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. He caught her with ease and held her close as she trembled against him. He had the urge to scold her right then and there but as she shook against him, he just couldn’t.

“God, baby, what were you thinking?” he asked gruffly against her ear.

“That it’s not fair that I’m safe and the others aren’t and that if I am related to Amelia, then I left my own cousin to these assholes,” she shivered as he sat her down on her feet. “Justin, we’re so close, we could get them out.” She looked up at him, those violet eyes of hers pleading.

“Justin?” Ben’s voice interrupted his thoughts that swirled around in his head.

“Ben, I’m going in.”

“Justin, wait for back up.”

“No, I’ve got this, Ben, just get here and get this piece of shit, Martines-Thompson.” He shot a glare at the man one last time before he turned back to Bree. “I suppose asking you to stay here and go back with Ben isn’t going to work, is it?”

“You said Martines-Thompson? How did I miss that during his interrogation, we both missed it, that Sal guy's last name was Thompson, tried to play me off as his daughter, he's this guy's father. But no, I'm going with you.” She confirmed, shinning her big, innocent violet eyes at him.

Justin leaned his forehead down to hers, “Fine, but you have to listen to me when we get there, and yeah I screwed up, I missed the last name connection, I feel like an idiot now.”

“Okay and it's okay, Justin, we're this close now and we will get them out.” She whispered.

Justin slowly lifted his head then leaned down and caught her lips beneath his lightly. He felt her hands against his chest, rubbing her thumbs against his pectorals gently. He slowly pulled back.

“Thank you for coming after me, I thought I could do this, but I can’t.”

He cupped her face in his hands, “Shhh, baby, let’s just get Marnie and the others then we’ll deal with everything else later, we can do this.”

She took one of his hands and began to lead the way to where she had once been held. She hoped she didn't freak out when they got down into the basement or came face to face with Sal again. Everything seemed to be getting a little out of control and crazy.