Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 33

A/N: Major trigger warning: Depictions of graphic rape and brutal murder. I usually don't put warnings at the beginning of my chapters because I figure if you've been reading my stuff, you should already be prepared for some pretty fucked up shit! But rape scenes really bother some people, so here's your warning. However, this chapter is important, so if you don't want to read it, I will put a summary at the end so no one misses anything.

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Unfortunately, what I didn't know at the time was that I would never get to touch Merle again. At least, not in a physical sense; not while my body was still alive and breathing. There would not be a happy ending for Merle and I. We would never live together. We would never get engaged or be married. We would never have children together like normal couples do; not that either one of us really wanted them. I had no motherly instincts, and Merle felt he was too old and that he wouldn't be a good father.

I had been way too engrossed in my phone and erotic thoughts to realize there had been a mobster from Atlanta outside. He had been casing Merle's property and stalking the cabin since early that morning. He had arrived not long after Merle had left to go hunting, and he had been waiting patiently, biding his time until he knew for sure whether or not the cabin was empty or occupied. He had somehow figured out I was inside. He must have seen me through a window because he was coming for me, and he was coming for Merle, and he craved our blood.

A loud creak from the wooden front porch gained my unsuspecting, undivided attention. I removed my hand from inside my robe where I had been playing, and put my phone down on the table beside me. I figured it was Merle coming back from his hunting trip, so I stood up to go to the front door.

I was excited to see him. I had missed him, and I was horny and wanted to fuck, but I knew Merle wanted to shower and get cleaned up before that could happen. I was perfectly content with a loving kiss for the time being. I started to make my way to the front door to meet him for a kiss when he came inside, but I was feeling a little strange inside. My 'spidey senses' were tingling. Something was nagging at me that things weren't quite right.

"Merle?" I called out as the doorknob moved just a tiny bit.

I wasn't sure why I called out. I realized right away that had probably been a bad decision. Especially when I didn't receive an answer. I stopped in my tracks when it looked to me like someone tried to turn the knob to see if the door was locked or not. Seeing that made me more anxious than I already was.

I prayed Merle wasn't fucking around, that he wouldn't mess with my feelings like that. I hoped he knew better than to scare me like that after what had happened with my Daddy.

I shook my head, decided he wouldn't do that, and called out for him again.

"Merle? Answer me!" I demanded in a shaky voice. Again, I didn't get a reply.

Nothing about the situation felt right to me, so I snuck up to the blind-covered window and peered out onto the front porch without drawing any attention to myself. I discovered the person who had tried to turn the doorknob wasn't Merle at all, and I had been right to spy on them through the blind.

My eyes widened at the unfamiliar sight of this man, and my heart lodged its way into my throat. Whoever this person was had what looked to be Italian features, possibly even Sicilian, which told me they were probably a mobster from Atlanta. This man had olive skin, dark brown hair and deep set eyes hidden under a black fedora. He was dressed in a snazzy suit with a black trench coat over top, and he was standing there staring at the front door. He looked determined to get inside the cabin, and his expression was murderous. His face was twisted into a deadly sneer. He had definitely heard me yell for Merle. That much was obvious to me.