Sadistic

Chapter 1

I wake up to a bed, my hands tied to the bed posts. My vision is blurry as I look around. It's a four post bed with a canopy on top. The windows are boarded up, but the interior is nice. The bed has a soft, black, comforter, which I'm laying on. My vision slowly clears and I sigh, dropping my head onto the pillow. Jay found me again. 

Jay's the love of my life, and my soulmate. He's also the leader of the most notorious gang, 32nd street gang. It's one of the largest street gangs known. Jay's father was the leader before him, and his grandfather before him. The things that I had heard about Santiago, Jay's father, is some of the most cruel things that I've ever heard about someone in my life. I don't understand how someone can be that cruel. Sure, I've done some fucked up things in my life, like run with a gang and sleep with the leader, but, he takes it to an entirely new level.

Santiago was hungry for power and control. His wife, Linda, was nothing more than a drug addict that he used to have his children, just so that he could have someone to pass the reigns to when he was dead. He beat on his kids, trying to make them tougher. He made them work for the gang, starting at the age of seven. He even made them go through the initiation process, which I was lucky enough to get out of because of Jay. Santiago's not dead yet, but he is dying of leukemia, which is why Jay is already in charge, under his father of course.

I grew up on the streets. I never really had a home. I met Jay while I was in foster care, and when I turned seventeen, he wanted so desperately for me to be with him and convinced me to stay with him. Regardless of the gang, Jay keeps me safe, he loves me, and even though he's beyond ruthless, he's more patient with me than anyone else. I can do things that other people would never get away with. There's no one in this world that I love more than him. 

The door opens and Jay steps inside, closing the door behind him. He stands in front of the door, and his dark, sexy, and very fucking intimidating, eyes lock on mine. He doesn't say anything as he walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. "You keep thinking you need to run away from me." He says. My eyes move up his strong, tattooed, arms, and then back to his face. He looks disappointed as he looks back to me from the floor. "I don't wanna beat you, and I'd never kill you. So, tell me what I should do with you?"

"You could untie me for starters." I tell him. "Your goons don't know how to treat a lady."

Jay's face turns serious. "They wouldn't have to drug you if you didn't fight them. Juan has a broken nose." I may have headbutt him. "We keep ending up in this same goddamn room. This is the third time you've run from me." I laugh on the inside. This guy is insane if you think about it. Instead of letting me go, he repeatedly finds me and kidnaps me, bringing me back to this same room, this same bed, and having this same discussion. Anyone normal would accept the break up, but that's not in the cards for him. It's cute in some fucked up, and sadistic way. Unfortunately, my laugh slips a little. "This is funny?" He asks, looking unamused.

"A little."

"You're gonna make me kill you." He mumbles as he looks me in the eyes. "Baby, don't make me kill you. I love you." It's almost like he's pleading. He really thinks he'll end up killing me? "All I want is for you to be next to me. I need you on my side. Do you get that?"

"I'm always on your side... Jay, I love you, but you're turning into your dad and it's scaring me."

"I scare you?" He asks and I don't know how I want to answer this. "You don't scare me... What you're becoming is scaring me. You asked me to have your baby, and not because you want to have kids with me and raise a family and grow old together and have grandchildren, but because you want an heir to your thrown... Just like your dad..."

"When a king wants a prince to take over his kingdom is that so bad?"

"Are they selling drugs and guns? Beating women? Selling women? Killing people? Ruining peoples lives for money? I don't want our children to be involved in this. I want them to have a good life. Everything we didn't have, parents that we didn't have."