He closed the door behind him and came over to me. His smile had transformed into a lecherous stare. This motherfucker was planning to undress me again, and I didn’t hold out any hope that Elijah would rescue me this time. Maybe Brother X had sent him somewhere and then relocated me to get me away from Elijah. Had he sensed that there were feelings developing between us?
“Where is Elijah?” I asked in a demanding tone. “Does he even know you brought me here?”
He reached down and began to fondle my breasts through my blouse, grabbing handfuls and massaging.
“Where is he?”
“Busy. Your hero Elijah is indisposed, so I hope you know what that means. We are all alone. Just the two of us.” He ran one hand between my legs. Luckily, this time my body and my mind were in complete agreement. Instead of being turned on, I was creeped out. He began to rub his dick through the fabric in his pants, and I could see it hardening.
“Stop touching me,” I snarled, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my fear.
“Wanna know why I’m so turned on? So excited?” He leaned down and bit my left nipple before rising to meet me eye to eye. “Because I get to kill someone today. You have no idea how intoxicating it is to kill a person.”
He had no idea how much I did know about it.
“Yep. I’m going to kill somebody, and his name is Vegas Duncan.” He started laughing.
“Fuck you. Vegas will wipe the floor with you, and then each and every one of us will give you such a beat down that you’ll be begging to return to the safety of a prison cell.”
Instead of striking me, he began to sing like some kind of lunatic. “I’m going to kill a Duncan today. I’m going to kill a Duncan today, and nobody can stop me.”
“You are one sick dude,” I replied.
“Yes, I am.” He straddled me, still singing in my ear. “I’m going to kill Vegas. I’m going to kill Vegas today.”
“Get the fuck off of me!” I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear me. I wondered if any of these other Muslims would care enough to rescue me from this crazy asshole.
“But first I am going to fuck you good,” he continued, ignoring my struggle. “I bet you like it in the ass.” He yanked me from my seat, then leaned in and whispered to me, “Well, today is your lucky day.” His hot breath against my face made me want to vomit.
I felt such relief when he suddenly stepped back and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He had received a text. I wiped his saliva off my face as he read it.
“Well, well, well,” he said. “Your boy Elijah’s on his way back, and he’s brought us a present.”
The thought of Elijah being there soon was like a heavy weight being lifted from my shoulders. X led me to the door and opened it so I could see what Elijah had brought. A minute later, Elijah appeared.
“Vegas!” I gasped, relieved to see my cousin—until I realized that he was in handcuffs. I looked from him to Elijah, not understanding how Vegas could have possibly been captured.
He sensed my panic and said, “Don’t worry about it, baby girl. It’s going to be all right. Trust me.” I just didn’t see how that would happen, and I started to say as much, but Vegas stopped me. “Just go with him and do as you’re told. You’ll be home in an hour.”
That’s when the reality hit me so hard that I felt my knees nearly give out. He’d exchanged himself for me.
“No!” I screamed. This was not what I wanted, but all I could do was watch helplessly as Elijah brought Vegas close enough to make the exchange.
Elijah attempted to pull me away, but I resisted, kicking and squirming. “You bastard. I thought you were a good guy. I trusted you!”
“I’m gonna be all right, cuz.” Vegas was still attempting to reassure me. “Just go with him.”
“She’s not going anywhere,” X sneered as he wrenched me away from a shocked Elijah.
“What are you doing? We agreed to an exchange, her for him.” Elijah attempted to pull me back.
“I changed my mind. I’ve decided to take this one as a second wife.” He leered at me, not bothering to disguise his lust.