Page 2 of Explosive Union
“Nice ass. Who knew the Irish bitch had such a great body? I mean, that ass is sculpted. I bet it would be great to spank,” Greaves sneers.
“It’s time to teach this Irish mutt some respect,” Andrews says loudly over the running water.
I’m standing in the shower room, completely naked, surrounded by men.
I’m at my most vulnerable, and these cowards think it’s the best time to try and teach me some respect?
Hell fucking no.
“Respect is earned, not taught. I don’t respect pussies.” I’m antagonizing them, and I don’t give a shit. Men like these assholes are bullies. They won’t be happy until they assert their dominance.
“Hear that, Jones, she’s disrespecting us again,” Barker growls. “What do you think we should do?”
I hear a whirl in the air and duck just as a baton hits the shower wall.
My laughter is filled with angry humor as I turn to see them. I stand tall while their filthy gazes rake over my naked body. “You five sure are cowards. Five against one? Scared I’m going to beat your asses?”
Greaves’ smirk is sinister. “No, you won’t be doing anything of the sort, whore. You’re about to get what’s coming to you.”
I roll my eyes. These men are all talk. Well, all except Greaves. His anger is palpable. His eyes are filled with hatred. This is personal for him. There’s something about me that makes him crazy with rage. Whereas the other men, they’re here because of Greaves. They wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t by his say so.
“So, you’re going to what? Beat me? Rape me? From what I’ve heard, it’ll be nothing new. You assholes take whatever the fuck you want from the women inmates. What’s wrong—you not getting it at home?”
The punch to my stomach winds me, taking every ounce of oxygen from my lungs, and sends me to my knees. I gasp, trying to catch my breath, but those fuckers aren’t finished with me. Not yet anyway.
“Get her,” Greaves growls out, just as I press my hands against the wet, tiled floor, trying to lift myself off the ground. “Teach that fucking bitch some manners.”
The baton hits my spine, and I release a cry as pain ricochets up my back, forcing my face to smash against the ground. Blood fills my mouth as the assholes let their anger loose.
I cry out once again when the baton connects with my head, then a foot is shoved into my ribs, making it hard for me to breathe. Blood seeps from my face and gets washed away by the running water.
I try to lift off the tiled floor, but my hands, slippery from the water, make it tough for me to achieve. I manage to get to my knees—and realize the mistake I’ve made. I’m more accessible for them to get to me. While I was lying with my stomach to the ground, I was only giving them my back and side to target.
The beatings don’t stop. Every single man is in on the act. Punching, kicking, hitting me.
The darkness starts to creep in, my gaze unfocused on the blood that surrounds me.
“This is just the beginning,” Greaves promises me.
I know that what’s about to come is going to be far worse than anything I or my family could have expected.
If Hayden ever found out the truth about what’s happening now, he’d blame himself. That’s the very last thing I want. I just know that when I come out of this fucked up place, I’m going to make every single one of these bastards pay for what they’ve done to me.
Strong hands grip my arms and hold them behind my back. The sound of a belt buckle being undone has me tensing. These fucking bastards. God, they really are the scum of the earth.
I wrestle against the tight hold on me as the fucker gets close to me. The heat of him tells me he’s inches from me.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Greaves snarls as he grips my hair. “You’re about to learn what happens to those who don’t respect me.”
I grit my teeth and think of what I plan to do to these animals when I’m out and breathing fresh air.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
CHAPTER1
JADE
FIVE YEARS LATER