...When in Hell

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  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, life is purely coincidental.

  Warning:

  This is a work of fiction which is intended only for readers who are 18 years or older. Many situations in this book some may find offensive or disturbing. Triggers include: Kidnapping, abuse/childhood abuse, crime, violence, murder, explicit sexual situations, explicit language, kinks which include: consensual non-consent/dub-con, primal play, degradation…

  Author’s Note:

  Seriously, check the triggers. This is not going to be something for everyone.

  To my morals…

  Thanks for taking a back seat on this one…

  And the next one…

  Ah fuck! Who am I kidding, it was nice knowing ya!

  Special thanks:

  My husband: I always thank you in these, but I feel like it never really expresses how thankful I am for you. You push me when I really need it and help me believe in myself because I want to be the person that you see me as. And thank you for always being open to answer my weird, random-ass questions. One of which was the inspiration for this story when I woke up and said, “how much money do you think someone could smuggle up their vagina?” although your answer of depends on the denomination didn’t really help.

  Gee: thank you for dealing with my psychotic ass. I’m so glad that you enjoy my messed up brain. Also, I think I’m getting closer to the never coming back side of darkness…

  My Christian Erotica girls: you guys keep me sane. I 100% stand by the fact that if it wasn’t for you guys I would have probably stopped in the last few months. Thanks for letting me spout my weirdness off of you guys. This month seems to be tough on all of us. You are some of the strongest women I know.

  To the entire book community online (which ever social media platform): this community is incredible. I am so thankful for you guys!

  All of the ARC readers: Thank you, thank you, thank you. This has been the best turn out for ARC readers that I’ve ever had. I cannot express how grateful that I am for you guys!

  All dark romance authors: 10 years ago, I found dark romance. I’ll never forget the first one I read. I finished it and stared at the wall for a couple of hours. I finally felt understand and like I wasn’t alone. I can only hope to give this to someone one day.

  You, the reader: Thank you for taking the time to read this and taking a chance on my warped messed up brain.

  PLAYLIST

  Listen to it on Spotify

  Hunting Ground (Feat. Joe Cotela of Ded)- In this Moment

  DAYWALKER (feat. CORPSE)- Machine Gun Kelly

  Fuck ALL the Pain- KAMAARA

  I Will Not Bow- Breaking Benjamin

  Goddess- Xana

  Monster (Under My Bed)- Call Me Karizma

  Paparazzi- Kim Dracula

  Teardrops- Bring Me The Horizon

  Die Again- Rivilin

  FMJ- Mvko, Sinizter

  Floor 13- Machine Gun Kelly

  Ted Bundy- S0cliché

  Devil’s Playground- Dropout Kings, Eliza Grace

  They Don’t Want What We Want (And They Don’t Care)- Asking Alexandria

  Riot- Three Days Grace

  My Curse- Killswitch Engage

  Sick Obsession- Landon Tewers

  Boogeyman- Isabella Amarga, Original God

  Wonderland- Beudi, Suckerpunk

  I Won’t Sell My Soul- Zheani

  Spilled Milk- Bria Bueno

  Can You Feel My Heart- Bring Me The Horizon

  Toxic Paradise- Oliver Francis

  Devil in Paradise- Cruel Youth

  HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U!!!- CORPSE, Night Lovell

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Other Book by N. Tetterton

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Prologue

  Nyx

  “Run.” His voice as he growled it into my ear keeps echoing through my head as I brush past the trees. Branches tear at me, but the stinging no longer cause me to flinch.

  I feel as though all of my bruises and scars just prove that pain is just a part of breathing for me now.

  “LITTLE GIRL,” I hear him yell from somewhere behind me. I have no idea how his voice travels so far or how even at a distance causes me to tremble. Slipping, I nearly fall over, but at the last second, my hands catch my fall. “OH ARE YOU OKAY?” He patronizingly calls back. Glancing over my shoulder, trying to place where exactly he is, how he could have just known that I had fallen over, but I don’t see him anywhere. Kicking my feet out again, I run. I can hear the branches snapping from where he’s stalking behind me, meaning he’s getting closer. I need to quiet down. I slow my run, looking for somewhere to hide.

  Quickly, pulling up on the tree branches, I hoist myself. Lifting my feet up quickly and climbing the tree until I’m high enough away that I’ll be out of his line of sight.

  I know it’s only a matter of time. He will catch me. He always does.

  He won’t let me get too far.

  And honestly, my life has always been a living hell. How is any of this different?

  I watch him come into sight as he walks forward just a little. He slowly stalks, just as a predator who’s about to go in for the kill would. He’s waiting, but he’s amped and ready to catch me.

  “LITTLE GIRL,” I have to stop my heavy breathing, clamping a hand over my mouth to at least muffle the sound until I do, as I keep track of him until he stops underneath the trees that I am currently hiding in. “I CAN SMELL YOU. I KNOW THAT YOU’RE HERE. YOU MIGHT AS WELL COME OUT NOW.” I watch the sinister smirk spread across his lips before his tongue licks his bottom one. “YOU CAN DO THIS THE EASY WAY OR THE HARD WAY.” He calls out again. “TRUST ME, I’LL BE FINE WITH EITHER.” He laughs out as he moves away from the tree that I seek shelter in.

  With his back still turned to me, I plot. I wait until he’s a few feet away from me, and I brace myself as I jump from the branch and land hard on the ground. My legs push me in the opposite direction from where he is as I hear him turn around. My legs plead with me to stop, but I know I can’t. I have to keep pushing myself.

  A low noise comes out of him that sounds like it’s mixed between a growl and a laugh, and I honestly have no idea which one it is, but I remember the first time I heard it. It terrified and excited me, just as he has always done. This noise, it only comes out because he likes the chase.

  My lungs beg me to stop running. They are burning
from the amount of air that I am trying to breathe in. I hear his feet pounding the ground from behind me as he closes in the distance.

  And then, his hands grip ahold of me and I am no longer upright on my own feet.

  We tumble to the ground quickly, and then we’re rolling. This time he rolls further past me and I’m free. I push myself up and try to run again, when he pulls my foot out from underneath me and I thump to the ground, landing on my ass. I’m being pulled from in front of me as my back drags down the trail that I had avoided taking earlier. Trying to turn over, clawing at the ground to gain enough grip to pull me away from his stride. The low laugh comes out of his mouth again, “Stop trying to hurt yourself.” He mutters to me over his shoulder, pulling me forward until he stops. My foot drops and I try to make another run for it. Lifting myself up.

  He pulls my foot out again, only this time I land on my stomach with a thump and his body cages mine as he hovers over me. “Roll over.” He demands of me. I see the sparkle in his eye as he grips a hold of my wrists in one of his hands and raises them above my head. The rope doesn’t really surprise me when it’s bound around my wrists even if I’m not really sure what I’m being tied to. I pull again at the ropes, causing him to laugh. “That’s not going to do anything.” Looking above my hands, I gasp.

  “Am I tied to an anchor?” He chuckles as I feel his hands run down my body. His fingertips run along the inside of the waistband of my jeans. I kick my legs, but inside I’m not afraid.

  This side of him doesn’t scare me.

  In fact, he never really scares me, at least not anymore.

  He tugs on my jeans until the button pops off and lands somewhere, I assume, in the surrounding foliage. Then tugs them down to my knees. I can feel the cool air hit my pussy, and I gasp. I kick my legs out against him. Laughing, he grips onto them as he yanks me towards him, and I feel the rope tugging at the skin on my wrists. A slight whimper comes out of my mouth before he laughs.

  “Oh no, Little Girl. Is something wrong?” He mocks me.

  “Fuck you.” I snap out. Gripping a hold of my face, he pulls me up as he leans in, meeting me halfway, just far enough that my shoulders are begging me to stop.

  “Better watch your mouth.” He smirks down at me. “Men like me, we aren’t people you want to push around.”

  “I thought force wasn’t your thing?” I refuse to bow down as he leans further into me, his mouth hovering at my ear.

  “I think we’re both aware of the answer to that.”

  You may wonder how a nice girl like me ended up out in the woods being chased down by one of the world’s biggest crime bosses.

  First, life always takes you in directions that you never expected.

  And second, I’m not a nice girl.

  Chapter 1

  Luce

  Walking into the room, I see the outline of a person lying on the bed, under the covers.

  Fuck, no one is supposed to be here.

  “Luce…” Blaine hisses out to me as he looks at the person lying in the bed. We were told that it would be completely empty. That no one would be here. Pulling him back out into the hallway, I look at the other two that are here with us.

  “Just don’t wake whomever.” I tell the men in the house with me.

  “And what if we do?” Scar asks me as he stands slightly swaying from side to side. He’s the one that worries me. The thought of someone being in the house that he will have to take care of brings a sort of light to his eyes. He’s a bit of a loose cannon.

  Wanna know why we call him Scar? Because they cover approximately half of his body, from a fire that he set to his house when he was a teenager, it’s how he ended up in the psych ward at 10.

  “Don’t kill anyone.” I glare at him, watching the joy, the excitement, slightly fade from his eyes, “if someone sees us, if we wake anyone, bring them with us.” Scar smirks at me and I just shake my head.

  Believe me, my morals are skewed to say the least, but one thing I’ve never really been all that interested in is having to force myself onto women, which is what the smirk on Scar’s face is all about. He’s not picky. He doesn’t care what the person looks like or who the person is. The only person who he hasn’t tried to put his hands on is me, because he’s not that fucking stupid. And I’ve warned him to stop touching the merchandise. He just isn’t aware that if he does one more goddamn time, I’m going to fucking put a bullet in his head… or worse.

  “Just let him know we were here.” I tell the men. “I don’t want his shit. I don’t want blood. I just want my fucking money.” Hissing through my teeth at the men, I walk back into the room. I think that I’m a pretty reasonable man. I won’t draw blood unless I have to. Much better than my father was, he would slit your throat and take his money back as you bleed out on the ground watching it unfold.

  Not that I wouldn’t slit someone’s throat, I just prefer money. I’ll give you a chance to give it back before I show up and ruin your life. And if you give me my money, I’ll spare you your life… or I’ll at least let you live. I’ll ostracize you from this life, but you’ll at least still be breathing, which is more than I can say for many.

  Quietly, I move back into the master bedroom and walk into the closet where the safe sits on the wall, just as Malcolm told me it would be.

  Rolling the dial a couple times before, I glance at the paper and put in the combination, opening the safe. When will people ever stop using important dates as their combinations?

  Pulling out a few stacks of cash, I tuck them into a bag that I see sitting in the closet as well. Emptying the safe, I quickly count the bound stacks, placing each of them in the bag before I pull out one of my cards from my pocket. Leaving it inside of the safe. Before I move out of the closet, back into the bedroom, and into the hallway.

  “Hurry, we’re done.” I tell them men as I straighten the sleeves on my suit jacket and move down the stairs out to the car. I don’t worry about fingerprints because it doesn’t really matter… Jack won’t call the cops.

  Pulling out of the driveway in the Mercedes, leaving the men and the Cadillac in the driveway as they finish up.

  Finishing up my orders: don’t trash the house, load up the money, and leave him a message. A message which he won’t have to decipher who is leaving it.

  I imagine that when Jack gets home from vacation, the message is so minuscule that only he will notice. His wife will be oblivious to the fact, he will rush to the safe and find it empty except for the card to let him know we’ve been here.

  The image actually makes me smile.

  ❖

  Amelia is waiting for me in the guest suite when I get back to the house. First, stopping by my bedroom and undressing before I make my way down to the suite where she waits, not bothering to put any clothes on because, well… it’s my fucking house.

  “Luce,” she whispers as I walk across the room and her eyes grow wide as I stand in front of her before she moves up onto her knees and walks across the bed. She reaches out in an attempt to touch me as I grab her by the wrists and pull her body off of the bed, tossing her onto the floor.

  Looking up at me, she smirks before she moves back up to her knees and, with no hesitation, she takes my cock into her mouth quickly. Letting my eyes roll back into my head slightly, I let myself give in to the feeling of her mouth around me as she slides it over my shaft, making sure that the tip smacks the back of her throat every time. She’s looking up at me and I can see the smirk in her eyes as my phone rings in my hand.

  Answering it, I glare down at her not to stop. “What?” I snap out as I lean my head back again, trying to focus on Blaine as he talks.

  “Um, we’re pulling in now.”

  “Okay.” Snapping back out. Irritated that he is interrupting me to tell me this.

  “The girl woke up. She saw us. She’s in the back.”

  “Fuck.” I grunt before I end the call. Tossing my phone down before I grip ahold
of Amelia’s head and being to fuck her face harder. Not stopping when I slam into the back of her throat, but pressing further until she’s taking me to the base and I’m deep down her throat. I can feel it as she gags around my cock and it fuels my thrusts, especially when I look down, watching the makeup start to run down her face.

  Feeding her my dick, she doesn’t touch me as she continues to kneel on the floor. Looking up at me, begging me to quench her taste of my seed, warm and sliding down the back of her throat. I see her move her hands up. “Don’t you fucking do it.” I grunt out and watch as they move back to her thighs as she slips her hand between them and rubs her cunt over the thin fabric which makes up her panties. I watch her play with herself as I continue to fuck her face, barely taking notice as the door opens to our side and the men come in, waiting for me to give them orders on what to do.

  I don’t care if they watch. I don’t care if they see Amelia. Even though she’s only mine… for now. Eventually, I will grow bored with her, as I have with so many others, and I will pass her along to the rest.

  Don’t feel sorry for her. She knew what she was getting into before she agreed to it.

  As the men move into the room, I hear a slight struggle before I hear a woman gasp and for some reason it fuels me even more. Every time I thrust my cock into Amelia’s mouth, she gags, her throat spasms around me and finally a release comes through me as she smiles as her craving is finally quenched.

  Reaching down and wrapping my hand underneath her face, pressing my fingers and thumbs into her cheeks tightly, I pull her up to standing in front of me now. “Swallow.” I demand her to do so. And I watch as the cartilage in her throat bobs, telling me she has done so. “Open.” I order her before her mouth opens, and she looks up, sticking out her tongue, as I look into her mouth to make sure that she has swallowed it all.

  I will see that Amelia, as well as every single woman like her, will never carry my heir. Pushing her head to the side, I turn and look at the group standing at the door. Walking over to them, still completely naked. The three men that I left at the house earlier stand, staring at me, slight smirks on their faces. I know they fucking get off on that shit, while the woman who Blaine is holding onto looks around for an exit. She is small and, by the looks of her; she is very young, most likely 18, or at least I’m somewhat hoping. I don’t feel any remorse selling underage women. Fuck, most of them end up in better situations than they started out in. I just don’t like underage women. I’m hoping that the reaction my cock is having to her is simply by the fight I can still see painted all over her face. She is wearing nothing except an oversized T-shirt. I’m assuming that it is most likely Jack’s but I’m not sure why she would wear it. Jack and his wife are on vacation until tomorrow and he doesn’t have any kids.