But he can glare at me all he likes. It’s not like his face is going to do anything but piss me off even more.
“You’re such a fucking pile of shit,” I tell him, my foot on his chest, his back on the ground, hands behind him.
He begs me to move my foot because it’s crushing at his chest.
“I’ll do what I fucking want,” I spit back at him.
Luther hasn’t learned anything though because he just snaps back, “You think you’re so special, don’t you, Ryder? Such a little momma’s boy. But she’s not here to save you.”
I shake my head at this man who has taken Justine against her will.
“And you’re not able to save yourself,” I tell him, knowing justice will be served. I already hear people charging the house, a police officer shouting making their arrival known.
Knowing that in a moment they will be in this room, I kick Luther one more time, then I run over to Justine and pull up her panties up, not wanting her sweet skin exposed when the officers arrive at the scene. I loosen the gag from her mouth; the tears streaming down her cheeks break me.
“Ryder,” she cries, her eyes so full of sorrow. “I should have listened, I should have believed you.”
“Baby.” I hold her face with my hands. “You’re okay now. You’re safe.”
“The keys are in his pocket,” she gasps.
Luther’s trying to loosen his hold, and I make my way to him, reaching for the keys in his pocket, before rushing back to Justine.
As I move toward her, four police officers with guns raised, enter the room.
My body covers Justine, I don’t want her to be seen like this. She may have wanted to sell her virginity, but she never wanted to be defiled.
As the police officers assess the scene they’ve just walked into, I use the key to unlock Justine from the bed and then I take off my jacket and wrap it around her.
I pick her up, cradling her in my arms.
Cradled right where she belongs.
I look at the officers. “I’m taking my woman outside. If you need to question us, question us there. I’m not staying in this house one moment longer.”
They look at Justine, and she nods. “It’s him. He’s the monster who should be punished.”
They force us to answer a few more questions and we oblige, knowing the sooner Luther is taken care of, the better. They want a statement from Justine about what happened the night she left the convention center. What I did with her. What Luther did too.
But she refuses to say much and instead says she needs a lawyer present.
When the officers realize we aren’t giving them much, they start dealing with Luther. I take Justine outside, as far as possible from the monster who married my mother.
He may have ruined most of this property, but there is one place I know he hasn’t touched.
That’s where I’m taking Justine.EXPOSÉThe Gossip Column You Can Sink Your Teeth IntoMILLIONAIRE VILLAINAIRE? By Trista PiperThe story of the auction of Justine Van De Shire’s virginity continues to bewilder Alaskan natives. When questioned, a neighbor of Luther Morris stated that he’s not quite the clean-cut millionaire everyone at EXPOSÉ seemed to believe.
“He cut down all those trees Miss Helen Ottenbagh had saved. He clear cut a hundred acres or more.”
While we care about the native lands, we here at EXPOSÉ, really want to know the dirty details of Luther Morris because late this morning, when the police force was on route to Ryder Ottenbagh’s property two hours north of Anchorage, Luther took his private plane to the property that he knows very well, usurping law enforcement and upsetting everyone involved, causing everyone to question his motives.
When our EXPOSÉ reporter asked about what Luther does in his free time, the anonymous neighbor replied, “Everyone says he’s down at the bar most nights trying to pick up women on that Fire Starter app.”
Maybe everyone in Alaska isn’t quite up-to-date on Tinder, but after talking to several women who have come forward admitting to having slept with him, we got a clearer picture of this highest bidder.
“He handcuffed me to the bed and I told him I don’t like that sort of thing. So, he kicked me out!” said a 23-year-old student at ASU.
“He seemed nice until he brought me to his torture chamber!” a 21-year-old waitress told us.
“He seemed so handsome, but then he asked if he could defecate on me. In the backseat of my car!” complained a 20-year-old Uber driver.
“He left me on the side of the road with no cab money and no phone. I walked three miles in the dead of night. He is a piece of sh*t!” said another 22-year-old date.
Well, ladies! The consensus seems to be swipe left!Chapter 21JustineMaybe it’s wrong, but the moment Ryder holds me in his arms, I pray to God he will never let me go.