Sin & Salvation

Chapter 47

My eyes meet Jason's, his face taking on an entirely different meaning than before. He's no longer my best friend's boyfriend, but Brett's secret lover. The men Payton and I met six years ago, both of them so beautiful and inviting, were hiding something so much bigger than anyone could have imagined.

"Oh, don't look so shocked now, honey," Jason says smiling, the gun wavering between both Silas and I. "I mean, I guess I can see why you would be, but did it never occur to you that the only way Brett could get off was by using force?"

I shake my head, letting his words sink in. He's right though— most of the time he would force it on me or hurt me before we did. It never crossed my mind once that it was because that was the only way he could get off on being with another woman.

My mind goes to Emma, another woman who he forced himself onto. Every part of my heart breaks as the truth reveals itself to me. While Brett is not someone I want to be with anymore, it crushes me that I've spent the last few years of my life with a stranger.

The phone calls I heard Brett making over the past few weeks, him saying he was out with Jason and Jason lying about it to Payton, the way Jason stared at me earlier after Brett kissed me the way he did.

"Get up, both of you," Jason orders, holding the gun up more firmly at Silas.

I can tell he's nervous that Silas is going to disarm him and probably fuck him up, but I know Silas is smarter than that. He'll try to de-escalate the situation before he would try to do anything stupid, especially when there's a drunk man wielding a gun.

We both do as he says, standing up from the bed slowly. Both of us are practically naked, Silas just in his briefs and me with absolutely nothing on. The air is cold as I leave the bed and Silas notices this, gesturing for me to get closer to him.

"If you put your fucking hand on her, I will shoot," Jason barks, causing me to jump slightly.

"Okay, but just let her put some clothes on or something, she's freezing," Silas explains, gesturing to my naked body as I try to cover it up under my hands.

Jason's gaze slides over to me, taking me in as he rakes his eyes up and down my figure. A grin plays on his face and he licks his lips, looking hungrier than ever.

"Nah, I prefer her like this- parading her body around like the fucking whore she is," Jason says, his voice more sinister than I've ever heard it before. Tears well up in my eyes at his choice of words and he gets closer.

"Oh, is the baby gonna cry?" Jason says mockingly, dragging the cold barrel of the gun down my face to my breasts, stopping at my belly-button and pushing it in. He grips my shoulder, pulling me in so his mouth is next to my ear.

"Too bad your tears don't mean a fucking thing to me, pipsqueak." He laughs as he pulls away, an evil grin plastered on his face. I shake my head in disbelief, not understanding how the fun, outgoing guy I knew for the last six years could be as evil as Brett, if not worse.

Brett has never held a gun to my head— a knife maybe, but never a gun which feels infinitely worse and far scarier.

I begin walking behind Silas out of the room, looking briefly at him in front of me, making sure I'm following closely in case anything happens. The gun is shoved firmly in my back as Jason grips my shoulder, forcing me forward.

"Let's go, we don't want to wake up any of our other guests," he whispers into my ear, his breath playing harshly on it.

I see Silas peek behind us, obviously hearing Jason speaking. I feel the gun lift off my back and up over my shoulder.