JOCELYN
It has been almost a week since I have been brought here. Ricardo and his buddies make it almost a daily visit to watch him assault me and get his jollies off. He visits sometimes in the evening by himself, and gets his fun in then also.
Every day he reminds me how many days are left till our wedding. Although, I have overheard some chatting that there has been a bounty put on his head.
This morning it was the same routine and the reminder that the wedding will be tomorrow. I am starting to feel hopeless because no one has come yet. I just lie there and hope he finishes quickly so he will leave.
I feel so dirty and he wonât let me shower at all. He wants his scent all over me so everyone knows I am his.
Chances are that Mandy has already had the baby and is back home. While I am stuck in hell.
I am assuming itâs evening now as I have had breakfast and lunch. He should be coming in at any point with food and for his evening visit.
I have found if I fight, he beats me till I am unconscious and still does what he wants. I have fought him quite a bit just so I would be unconscious and not remember anything.
After what seems like hours, he comes in with food, slams it down, and walks out. I donât know what to do and just stare at the door.
I grab the food and try to chew and swallow but by this time, my eye is swollen shut, and my face is bruised and swollen. I have bruises all over my neck and body. My body aches so much all the time.
I try to move, but most times, I just lie here crying. I know I have brought it on myself, but I would rather fight than just give in.
Although today is not the day. I just canât anymore. I think this was his planâto try and break me, so I will just give in.
He doesnât come back, and in the morning, Marco comes in, grabs me by my hair, and drags me into the elevator, taking me up to who knows where. When the doors open I am dragged into a bedroom and shoved into the bathroom.
âGo take a fucking shower.â
âCan you please leave?â
âNo can do. Ricardo said we get to watch.â
Sure enough, Mateo and Randy come in with chairs for the three of them. I stand there, appalled, and refuse to shower with an audience. Marco sees me hesitating and walks up to me, leaning over into my face.
âListen, bitch, I donât need your fucking attitude! Either you go shower with us sitting in the chairs or we shower with you!â
I slowly nod my head and undress while he goes and sits back down. I climb in the shower and can see them through the glass stroking themselves as I clean myself. I am so disgusted, I just face the wall as I am doing it.
I stand there with the hot water hitting my body and it hurts, but the heat soothes my aches. By the time I finish and shut everything off, I see the chairs are empty.
I quickly slide the glass door open and wrap a towel around myself. I can hear screaming and shouting coming from outside the room. I slowly peek around and see Marco standing there.
âWhatâs going on?â I ask.
âSomeone plugged in your phone and it turned on. No one noticed until the notifications started blowing up. The boss looked at it and the last message was from your brother saying, and I quote, âCheckmate, motherfucker! I found you!â Go get that dress. The boss has pushed up the wedding and we donât have long.â
I see that he is pointing to where a simple white dress is hanging. I walk over and just stare at it.
âIâm not wearing this! This is just a dress. How is it even a wedding dress? If I am signing my life away, I want to at least look nice. Not like I am in a slip.â
âAre you fucking serious right now? Just put the dress on!â
I just stare, and he sees I am being dead serious. He storms over to me. I feel my head whip to the side, and my face burns so much I fall onto the ground.
âPut the fucking dress on, Jocelyn! ~Now~!â
I slowly try to stand up. Tears fall down my face as I drop the towel and put the dress on. I try to stand straight up, but it just hurts too much.
Marco grabs me by my hair and starts dragging me through the house to the back room. Ricardo, the officiant, and some witnesses are standing around.
I get pulled in, and I see Ricardo smile, and the officiant look on in shock. No doubt from the way I look and, frankly, I canât blame him. I saw myself in the mirror, and to say I look like shit is an understatement.
We take our places. Marco holds me by my hair so I canât take off anywhere as guards start moving to protect the outside of the house. I stare at Ricardo with tears slowly rolling down my face and think, ~Why~. Why did he have to do it this way?
âMi amor, when this is all over, I will make you the happiest queen there is. We will run my empire, and I will get whatâs mine back from your brother! I have always loved you, Jocelyn. I know in time you will love me too.â
NATE
It has been almost a week with no fucking sign or piece of info on where Jocelyn is. Her phone has been off this whole time, and no doubt is dead by now. I had Frankie put a bug on it right so should it come to life, we will start trying to locate it.
I sit here holding our son Mason Cole Maxwell while Mandy takes a nap. She has been a fantastic mom, and she did put me as the father. So now my son, who surprisingly looks just like me, has my name.
I see little Mason start to stir and know it will be feeding time shortly. I quickly change his diaper and start to wake up Mandy. She sits up and takes the baby so she can feed him.
Iâm sitting there and watching when thereâs a knock on the door. I slowly get up and walk over, and as I open it, I see Tank on the other side with a shit-eating grin on his face.
âWhat is it, Tank?â
âThey turned on her phone. We got her!â
âDonât fuck with me, Tank!â
âNate, I would not joke about this shit.â He whips around his laptop, and itâs pinging on a location.
I quickly grab my phone and text Jocelynâs phone.
Nate
Checkmate motherfucker! I found you!
I watch, and sure enough, the message is read. I look at Tank with wide eyes as I feel tears start to build up.
âTank, get everyone together! We are going to get my sister!