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The Arrangement Part Sixteen.

Part 15

Part 16: Warnings: Smut, Violence, Language, and potential spelling errors. This was not edited.

A quiet sense of peace washed over me as I sat in front of our fireplace, my back to the large window in our living room. Where colorful leaves danced in the wind, a few dropped as the air turned cold. Fall was always my favorite season, and nights like tonight were the reason why. Surrounded by white lit candles strewn across the fireplace mantle, and the gentle sound of my daughter playing on the carpet covered floor. Her long dark brown hair falling in spirals down her back. I’d been sitting on the couch reading over a work document, trying to take in the ambience as I allowed the quiet peace to overtake me. A quick look at my watch told me that it was nearing 8:30 p.m. and that it would be time to put my daughter to bed, but when I went to put the document on the couch beside me I’m met by another voice.

“I can put Nellie to bed, darling. You can finish reading your report.”

Colby’s voice is deep, tired, and on edge. Something that I see reflected in his eyes as I meet his gaze from across the room. He’d spent nearly nine hours in his office today. Tucked away from his family and unwilling to come out for anything. Not even to eat. Looking at him, I feel sad and helpless. He was so distant for the last week, ever since I made the decision to move his distribution date back a week. He’d told me it was alright to not have his delivery date on the same day as our charity event, but some small part of me felt like it wasn’t alright. That there was some sort of consequence to my choice that hadn’t revealed itself yet. I give him a small smile and look at our daughter, who yawns.

“Thank you Colby.”

He gives me a grin in response and waits for our daughter to get up from her spot. When she does, she glances back at me and blows me a kiss before toddling over to him. I watch as he bends down to pick her up before disappearing down the hall with her. Alone with my documentation, I continue reading where I left off, but I don’t make it far. My brain is too scattered and unable to focus now that he’s left his office. I knew he kept me in the loop on his secret business ventures, but the last few days he hadn’t and the silence was killing me. My eyes trail over the last few sentences of the document without registering in my head. If you’d asked me to tell you what it said, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. And, most importantly, I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop thinking of him and whatever it had been that had been bothering him.

Around fifteen minutes later I hear the sound of his feet on the hardwood getting closer with each passing step forward. In anticipation I toss the file folder with my document in it onto the end table and keep my gaze on the living room doorway. The same doorway he stops in front of once he’s reached the end of the hall. For a moment an awkward silence hangs between the two of us. He’d been through a lot over the last few weeks and I understood that. I’d been trying to give him his distance, but I hoped that he was ready to talk.

“Are you going to tell me what’s been eating at you?”

The words fell from me softly, my wide eyed gaze fixated on my husband. An undetectable look washes over his face a look that grows more and more dangerous with each passing second. I purse my lips and give him a look of confusion.

“No…”

He responds coldly, unlike his kind tone just moments ago. The smile he’d given me when he took our daughter to her room was long gone. Slowly he moves forward, his gaze remaining locked on me. With caution I stand up from the couch I’d been sitting on. He doesn’t speak again until he’s reached me, his hand going around my jaw. He forces me to look at him, my heart skipping a beat as he looks down at me with a smirk playing on his lips.

“...But I’m going to eat you.”

My lips part when he says this, my eyes widening. I feel my breathing hitch as he moves his lips to mine. A slow delicate kiss moves to a heated embrace. His body pulls mine in against his, his head craning down so I could reach him without standing on my tip toes. Out of instinct I run my hands along his chest before clasping them behind his neck. He’s quick to deepen the kiss and pull my body in against his, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. A low growl seems to rumble out of his chest as his hands trail down my torso, past my hips, and move to lift me up into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his torso as he groans.

“The minute you looked at me with those fucking doe-eyes I knew I needed you.”

His voice sounds erratic and wild, but he remains in control of every movement of his body. I hum along in response, trying not to be too loud. Not after Eleanor was asleep just down the hall. Seeming to read my mind, Colby chuckles darkly.

“Oh don’t worry, Bug passed out cold. You know once she’s out there’s no waking her up until she wants to.”

A sharp gasp escapes me as he grabs me tighter.

“She’s like her dad. He doesn’t like to wake up until he wants to either.”

He chuckles once more as he lays me down on the couch, his body straddling mine, his lips moving to my neck. His tongue is eager to mark my skin, lapping up a spot on my collarbone. My head spins as he does this, my breathing uneven. All the thoughts that had been on my mind during the day seemed to dissipate the longer his lips waged war on my skin. I could still feel the worry I had for him inside of me, but it was no longer at the forefront of my mind. Instead I laid here entranced by him, just as I always was.

“I’m going to fuck another baby into you Emilia…”

He starts, the same growl overtaking his voice. I gasp as he bites down on my collar bone, right above where he’d marked me. I can’t help but let out a quiet moan as his hands reach for the bottom of my dress, his hands eager to feel for how wet he’s made me. The pads of his fingertips cause a chill to move up my spine, my breathing catching in my throat. However, before he can feel for my underwear, he stops finding my aching sex completely bare and without anything covering me.

He pulls back to look at me, his eyes somehow managing to go a darker shade of blue. Slowly his right hand nestles against my bare pussy. He keeps his eyes on mine as his middle finger starts to rub slow deliberate circles on my clit. I’m soaked with want, even without him dipping a finger inside my core. His jaw clenches as my body naturally leans into his touch, my hands grasping the couch for some sort of support.

“You act so fucking innocent all of the time, but here you are. No underwear, soaked when I’ve barely touched you…” He pauses, rubbing my clit lightly between his middle finger and his thumb. Massaging gently in a completely euphoric way. I feel my breathing grow more ragged as he does this, something that amuses him as he strategically decides what he wants to say next.

“...You’ve always been such a good girl. A good pliant little wife. So eager to make her husband happy. I bet you’d like me to fuck you stupid. I bet you’d like me to fuck you until your pregnant with another child. Give our sweet daughter a sibling. I bet you like being my little cum slut. I want to watch this tight body swell with another child. So the whole world knows who you belong to.”

He says such filthy things, his voice low and deranged. But all it does is turn me on more and he knows it. Though he doesn’t allow me to say anything in response as he finally dips his middle finger inside of my soaked core. The sensation of him being inside of me is so relieving that I can’t help but close my eyes in sheer bliss.

“Is that what you want darling? For daddy to fill you up? Breed you and do it all over again?”

He asks the question in such a way that I can tell there will be a consequence if I don’t speak. And I couldn’t risk a consequence that could stop him from touching me like this. He adds another finger and starts pumping them inside of me. Slowly, as if he’s preparing me for something bigger….

“Yes, daddy. Please daddy. That’s all I want.”

I gasp as his lips fall back onto mine, his fingers pumping in and out of me at a quicker pace. I feel overstimulated by him, so much so that I feel like I’m free falling without any anchor keeping me in place. He deeps the kiss as he feels my walls start to tighten around his fingers. My body is not able to keep up with this relentless pace for much longer. He feels it and whispers against my lips;

“Come on baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers.”

His words send me over the edge. And without a second of hesitation I moan as I cum on his fingers. My eyes open and move to his as he breaks the kiss. He studies the heaping mess he’s made of me and smirks. Slowly he withdraws his fingers from me and brings them to my lips. “Go on darling. Taste how sweet you are.”

I don’t hesitate as I let him trace my lips before inserting both fingers into my mouth. I do taste sweet and it makes my stomach flutter as I watch the look of cruel intent wash over his handsome face. A look of corruption that seemed to satisfy him every time he did something sexual with me. Regardless if it was the first time or the hundreth. He removes his fingers from my mouth before putting his lips back to mine, tasting what’s left of me on my lips. After a moment he breaks the kiss and studies me beneath him. He doesn’t say a word as he get up from the couch and discards his clothing, tossing them across the room before he sits back down on the couch next to me. I sit up and find my eyes glancing down at his hardened cock. He reaches out his right hand to grab me, his grip firm as he pulls my body up from where I’d sat up and guides me to straddle his lap. His eyes remain locked with mine as he slowly guides my body down onto his cock, aligning himself with my entrance. I feel my face contort from momentary discomfort as my body adjusts to how big he is.

“It’s okay baby. You know how well you take my cock, you know how that sweet pussy was made for me. I’ll wait a second before I move.”

He sounds gentle when he says this, but his eyes are still dark. Wild and detached. Ready to split me open. I give him a nod and wait a moment before I dare to kiss him once again. He remains still as we kiss, his cock stretching me in a way that’s sinful.

“Please fuck me Colby…”

I moan as I pull away, our eyes meeting once more.

“...Please daddy.”

I don’t need to say another word as he reaches for me jaw, his eyes harsh and cold as I begin to move myself up and down along his cock, riding him. He keeps his firm hold on me as his hips roll his body with mine so we can fuck in-sync. A growl falls from his lips as he holds me, his hands moving along my still clothed torso.

“I’ll have to thank you for wearing a dress. Made this so much easier.”

His words fall out in a broken rasp as he continues fucking me. The sound of skin slapping against skin is all that fills the room around us. The two of us panting and moaning as we continue. He is quick to move his hands underneath my dress, where he grips my hips and angles my body so he can fuck me deeper. So much deeper I can feel him in my stomach. I feel like he’s going to break me in two when he does this, but it feels too fucking good to stop him. I find myself growing more exhausted the longer we continue this dance, my stomach building up with nerves that tell me I can’t handle too much more of this.

“Does my darling want to cum?” He states, his eyes intensifying as he studies me. He knows that my body is ready to cum, he knows it because my pussy was made for him and he always knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it.

“Please daddy.” I hum in pure overstimulated sexual bliss. He chuckles once more before picking up his pace once more. Faster and unrelenting he fucks me as deeply as he can. His forehead leans against mine as he does this.

“Oh my gosh, I-I’m gonna cum Colbs.”

I whine as my body spills over the edge and I cum all around his cock. He soaks it in for a moment before I feel him cum undone as well. Shooting his seed deep inside of me as he holds my hips flush against his. He and I remain locked together like this until I feel his cock stop twitching inside of me. Only then does he slowly guide me back down onto the couch before pulling out. He doesn’t speak as he grabs the pillow at the end of the couch and tucks it underneath me so my hips are raised. He makes sure that my hips are in a way that his cum remains inside of me, pooling.

“I wasn’t kidding about another baby Emilia. Stay like that for half an hour and then you can move.”

I look over at him and nod, smiling at the way he smooths my dress down so I’m covered. After he’s finished with covering me up, he looks away from me. His mind suddenly miles away. An action that ends up making me feel like I’m all alone in this room. The same way he’d left me alone all day to retreat into his office.

“Hey…”

I breathe as I reach out to take his hand in mine.

“... Don’t do that. Don’t push me away. Tell me what’s the matter.”

At first I can tell that he doesn’t want to tell me anything. He glances over at me coldly, his face grave. Then he ponders my request for a moment before he decides he should tell me. Seeming to remember that he’d told me he wasn’t going to keep things from me anymore.

“We have another mandatory dinner to go to tomorrow. It has been requested that the whole family attend. Including our daughter. The board believes it will be good for us to do family stuff at events.”

I pull my gaze from his and stare at the ceiling above me. I hated that we had to play this game with the board. First it was his parents dictating our lives and now it’s the board. I understood that we needed to do stuff to support the board. To make our business run, but I also knew a bunch of our business was also selling illegal substances. I knew that I had to play my part but that didn’t mean I wanted Eleanor to have to play that part as well. She was only three years old, so I didn't want to exploit her. I would never want to exploit her. But I also knew what could happen to the people I love if I didn’t do as I was told. I also knew that this ‘dinner’ wasn’t going to just be a dinner. It was going to be a front for the illegal services that our company got up to. My family would be the distraction while others got paid to do very bad things.

But then a terrible thought enters my head. Did Colby just fuck me because he wanted to? Or was it because a pregnant wife with a three year old would be the perfect distraction? I already got so much attention for the outfits I wore and the charities I endorsed/participated with. I already was dissected in the media (even though I tried to ignore it). I knew my husband loved me and I knew I loved him, but after years of living in this family and doing things I never dreamed of. I couldn’t help but second guess things at times.

“Is that why you suddenly want me to get pregnant? I know Eleanor wants a sibling, but we’d talked about waiting. So now, after an entire day hidden in your office and not speaking to me, you want another child?”

My accusation hangs in the air for a moment, but he doesn't deny it. Instead he looks over at me with an undetectable expression.

“A baby would be wonderful PR move, but that’s not why I fucked you. I fucked you because I’ve been craving you all day, but had to deal with arrangements for this party that we suddenly have to host at the estate home. You know the home we moved out of because my parents were shot and killed on the premises? So no, I didn’t use you and that sweet pussy for my own personal gain. I can’t believe you’d think I would do that to you. After all of this time together…”

He pulls his hand from mine and looks away from me again. He doesn’t leave the spot beside me on the couch, but I can feel the anger radiating off of him. Instantly, I know I’ve fucked up. This right here was why he never told me things, because I always had a way of morphing it into something awful. He’d always been honest with me and I always managed to believe it was something terrible. I feel the tears fill my eyes, my throat burning. I always messed up. God I was so stupid.

“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to think like that. I’ve gotten so used to how I have to be in front of others that sometimes I get mixed up and think everything is PR. That everything we do is for others and our company. I’m sorry.”

I look at the couch cushion to my left and bite down on my bottom lip to keep from letting out any sound. I don’t want him to see me cry, but he could hear it in my voice. He breathes a deep sigh as he reaches his hand out to grasp mine once more.

“Hey, look at me darling.”

He speaks softly, waiting until I do as he asked before continuing to speak.

“I am sorry. I shouldn’t be surprised you’d think that. I mean when you were pregnant with Eleanor I had you do pap walks so people could see your bump. Although that wasn’t really for PR, that was more for me.”

A wave of confusion overtakes me as I look at him.

“What do you mean?”

I ask, unsure of whatever he’s talking about. He gives me a smile and a gentle squeeze of my hand.

“Watching your stomach grow with our child was a turn on. Knowing that it was my child you were carrying. That the world knew you were mine and no one else's. It was intoxicating.” I can’t help but laugh when he says this. Covering my mouth with the hand he wasn’t holding to keep from laughing too loud.

“Hey…”

He laughs, leaning over to look at me. Smiling as I start to laugh harder.

“... Don’t laugh at me. That’s why your engagement and wedding rings are so massive. I wanted the world to see that you were my girl. Without any doubt about who you belonged to.”

I keep laughing, glancing at the massive black diamond ring and the matching wedding band.

“Colbs, people can see from space that I’m yours with these things.”

He reaches to take my left hand in his and sighs.

“Yes, they can and they won’t have any doubt that you’re married.”

I roll my eyes and lean up to give him a kiss on the lips. A small peck before pulling back to look at him.

“You’re a dork.”

I watch his face as his cheeks turn red and he shakes his head while smiling.

“Yeah, I’m your dork…”

He pauses as moves the pillow from underneath me and sits me up. For a moment he just studies me, wiping away the tears that had managed to run down my face.

“... Now, let's go to bed. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

–

The autumn leaves were just as beautiful at the Brock Estate home as I’d remembered them to be. Being back here after three and a half years away felt eerie and unnatural. I think about the last month I’d been here. When we called this mansion our home. The same month I watched Colby’s mother get murdered right before my eyes. The day in that same month that I’d seen Shay through the hedge maze.

Before the Board had gotten rid of her.

Everything about this house felt wrong. So many bad memories lived here. All the fights I’d had with Colby at the start of our arranged marriage. All the tears and discomfort. All the awkward dinner parties we’d had to go to every month. It had been hell. I feel a chill move up my spine as I stare at the white house with black shutters. The house on 100,000 acres that had been my prison for so long. I keep my eyes on the exterior as Colby drives his car up the cobblestone driveway. He doesn’t want to be here either and I can feel it. He hadn’t been here since we moved out. Even then he’d hired people to pack our stuff and move into our new home. But he couldn’t get rid of the house, it was part of the family legacy and he’d kept it because of events like this.

Times when we needed a big space for a lot of people.

I see Sam and Kat standing on the front steps when we reach the top of the driveway and park. From behind me I hear a squeal from my daughter who is so excited to see her Uncle Sam and Aunt Kat.

“AUNTIE KAT…”

She yells as she starts to undo her seatbelt, waiting for her father to turn off the car before getting down from her carseat and flings the door open.

“...UNCLE SAM.”

Her little three year old body boosts her forward like a lightning strike. I smile and look over at Colby.

“And she’s gone. Like we don’t even matter.”

He smiles too before glancing over at me, leaning in to give me a kiss on the lips before pulling back.

“Let’s face it, we’re just not as cool as Uncle Sam and Aunt Kat.”

I can’t help but laugh as I reach to unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car. The moment I do I’m met by camera flashes. The same cameras who filmed my daughter running to her Uncle Sam and Aunt Kat. No doubt it would be something that went viral, but it didn’t stop from making me weary.

Closing the car door behind me, I do my best to give a smile and a small wave to the camera men. All of which felt it necessary to compliment the dress I’d worn for the evening. A white, one shoulder dress that flowed to the ground. The bodice was form fitting and hugged every curve. My hair had been done into an updo and the only jewelry I wore were my wedding rings. Colby wore a suit but apparently no one seemed to care about that.

Instead, the camera men were excited by my dress and the matching dress my daughter had on. With a few key differences, we both wore a white dress with matching hair styles. The media loved it. I keep my trained smile on my face as I walk around the back end of the car and reach for Colby’s hand. He holds me steady as we walk up the steps and finally catch up with out daughter who is in Kat’s arms and immediately talking her ear off. Kat is in a black halter dress with her long locks loose and Sam is in an eerily similar suit to Colby.

Once we reach them, I reach out to hug Sam and am met by a chorus of clicks and flashes.

“Please tell me it’s better inside.” I whisper for only him to hear as he hugs me back.

“Yes, we only have one photographer inside.”

He gives me a look of sympathy as he lets me go and I reach to hug Kat. An action that makes the clicks and flashes go crazy once again. I feel my anxiety building as Sam opens the door to the house and lets us inside. Sam and Kat had moved here once Colby and I moved out. Since it had to stay in the family, it made sense that someone in the family kept the place. But this was the first time I got to see what they’d done to the place. Once we are safely inside and the doors have closed us in it takes a second for my eyes to adjust but when they do I’m met by an entirely different house. Structurally it was the same. Same massive staircase where I’d been forced to pose with Colby at the annual meetings. Same marble walls, but there was a warmth that didn’t exist when we lived there.

Along the ceilings were lights. Golden, bright lights that made the room around me warm and cozy. The kind of light that reminds you of a warm Christmas morning surrounded by family and friends. The dining hall was now to the left when you entered, closer to the kitchen which made way more sense. The doors leading to the old dining hall to the right were closed off. With a sign that said “Do Not Enter.”

“That’s under construction. We want to make it a conference room for future work events.”

Sam paused, giving me and Colby and I an expectant look. Seeming to wonder what we’d thought of the changes. The marble walls weren’t white and bland anymore, they were a cool gray with artwork hanging on the walls. A fall theme was all over the house. Leaves on the staircase railings. Pumpkins at the bottom of the steps. Even the food being served at the event was fall themed.

“It’s beautiful you guys. I love it.”

I say this in honest fascination. I couldn’t believe how they’d managed to make the house an actual home. It made me happy to see that this beautiful structure did not go to waste. I breathe a deep sigh as I look toward the dining hall and the people already orbiting around the table, finding their name cards and where to sit. I see Jake, Johnnie, and Corey sitting at the chairs lined up against the walls. Like security guards watching to make sure everything goes as planned. I knew that there was going to be an order going out tonight. The new date had been chosen by me since I didn’t want them to use last week’s charity event as a cover for their shady dealings. Knowing this made me more on edge. Without realizing it, I feel Colby move his hand to my waist as he pulls me forward. The Five of us are now heading towards our seats and I’m dreading it. The old parties had been hard enough to go to but they weren’t ever formal dinners like this. People drank and danced at our old parties, now it seemed we were going to just sit and stare at each other while we ate. Colby’s seat is at the head of the table, all eyes are trained on the two of us as he guides me to my seat to his right. Sam and Kat sit to his left. Eleanor was sitting between the two of us in her own little chair.

All around me are faces of people I don't know, but I keep my attention on Eleanor who is silent as Colby stands at the head of the table. He smiles at everyone in attendance making sure to point out the board members.

“Good evening everyone. Welcome to our first monthly meeting. I know we did these all of the time when my parents were here and I know that we stopped doing them once they were tragically taken from us. That being said, I feel that it’s time for us to return to doing these events. It's nice to come together as a community and touch base. I believe it will be fundamental to our continued business success. Now, let us eat.”

As if on cue, the moment he finishes speaking the food is brought out and he takes a seat. I feel dread fall over me when I remember that this is the first of many events to come. That this will once again be our new normal. I smile at our daughter who seems enchanted by the lights and being around this many people.

“Daddy has a lot of friends, Mama.”

She whispers to me in awe. I nod and glance over at the other who’ve taken to eating and talking with each other.

“Yes he does my love.”

She smiles and gives her dad a look as he starts to put a plate together for her with food that had been placed on the table by the servers.

“Daddy. I don’t like broccoli.” She protests when he puts it on her plate with a small bit of chicken he’d already cut up and a little pile of potatoes with gravy.

“Bug, you know the rules.” He says with warning as she nods.

“No veggies means no dessert later.”

The words come out in defeat as she looks down heartbroken that she has to eat the broccoli. He nods when she finishes her sentence before putting the plate in front of her. She glares at the broccoli and grasps the fork in front of her before sighing to herself and digging in.

I look at Colby and can’t help but smile as we watch our daughter finish all of her veggies before eating our own food.

Minutes turn into an hour as I do my best to fall into a rhythm of talking to the people around me, but I have a hard time focusing on anything when I glance across the table and meet the eyes of a man I do not know. He watches me closely, eyes fixated. We watch each other for a moment before he lifts his wine glass and gives me a smirk. An action that causes me to look away from him as quickly as I can. But I feel his eyes on me for the rest of the dinner, until he stands up from the table before dessert. I note the way his eyes move from me to Colby who he gestures to follow him. My husband, without saying a word nods and excuses himself from the table before disappearing without a second glance.

I can’t put my finger on it, but I can tell that something is wrong… Very wrong indeed. But I can’t leave Eleanor to check on whatever my husband is doing. My eyes scan the wall where Jake, Johnnie, and Corey had been sitting and feel relief when I see Corey get up to follow Colby out. I knew that Corey would have his back and watch over Colby when I couldn’t.

Comfort overtakes me as I resume conversation with the people around me. Making sure to work the crowd and be the best distraction I can be. I make jokes and small talk, somehow engaging everyone sitting at our table. Each person hanging on my every word like I’m some sort of tourist attraction. I’d had to learn to be more open with these people, to be a better public speaker and while it was hard, it was something I felt necessary. Especially when Colby and I had to be a team at these events. Eventually Sam and Kat start to do more of the talking and I’m able to glance around the room in wonder. From the clock hanging on the wall across the room, My husband had been missing for over thirty minutes. Something that was deeply unsettling for whatever reason.

My brow furrows as my eyes glance over the room, as if I’ll find an answer if I look hard enough. Its not until I find Corey walking through the door that I feel some sort of relief. His eyes lock on me as he walks behind our seated guests to reach me. Leaning down he whispers in my ear. “Colby needs to see you.”

There’s no panic in his voice, only a sound of emptiness. A tone that I wasn’t used to hearing from Corey. I nod as he pulls back to look at me, his face serious. I glance over at Kat who seems to read my mind before I have the chance to say anything.

“Eleanor, come sit between Sam and I.”

She says with a wide smile that doesn’t give away any hint of anything being wrong. My daughter doesn’t have to be asked twice as she hops down from her chair and walks over to her Aunt and Uncle. Corey pulls out my chair and helps me out of it, smiling at me as I excuse myself from our guests. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel that something is off. Even as I follow Corey out of the dining room I can’t shake the feeling creeping in. Corey guides me through the house until we reach the doorway leading to the wine cellar, a room I’d never gone into when I lived here. He opens the door and waits for me to pass in front of him before following me down the stairs and closing the door behind him. As I lead the way I feel the unease inside of myself getting worse. The wine cellar looked like it had been built over 200 years ago. With stones lining the floor and walls. The air was ice cold once I reached the bottom of the steps, a chill moving up my spine.

Once I’ve reached the bottom, I attempt to look back at Corey to speak, but when I do I freeze. He uses my pause as an opportunity to stick the barrel of his gun firmly against my back. The metal cold against the fabric of my gown. I feel my breathing hitch when he does this and suddenly I know that whatever is happening is going to be so fucking bad.

“Move Emilia.”

He rasps in my ear as he pushes the barrel into my back. I don’t speak only to comply with his demands. I walk forward and realize that there is a large tunnel that stretches farther than I’d expected. Lined with wine shelves, but scary none-the-less. I keep my eyes forward and walk. Noting that the tunnel is dark, except for the single light at the end of the tunnel, where something is laying on the ground. In the dim light of the tunnel I find each step forward to be dire. It wasn’t until we reached the end of the hallway that the pure terror within me reached a fever pitch. When I’m directly in front of the thing at the end of the hallway.

My eyes focused on the sight before me, my breathing hitched as anxiety fully took over me. For a moment my brain doesn't know what it's seeing. All the red covering the floor. So much blood matted into the stone that I knew it would be nearly impossible to clean out. I try to focus as my eyes slowly move from the floor towards the man laying in the pool of blood. For a moment I don't recognize my husband. He's been beaten beyond recognition, but deep in my bones I know it's him. I attempt to move forward to help him, but Corey holds me in place. The barrel pressing harder into my back. I'd followed Corey down here willingly and, until five minutes ago, I never considered he'd be the one I would have to worry about betraying Colby and I. He'd been friends with Colby for years. And, despite our differences at first, we'd become friends over the past three and a half years. He worked under Colby without ever questioning his boss or the motives of the company. Corey hadn't ever indicated that he wasn't loyal to my husband and our company until now.

"What did you do Corey?"

I ask, my voice shaky as I feel him move in closer behind me. The gun pointing deeper into my back. I half expect to hear him respond, but the response I get is from another voice. A voice I didn't know.

"Don’t be too upset with Corey. He was only doing what he was told, Mrs. Brock."

The voice comes from the shadows before they reveal themselves. With slow and calculated steps a man emerges. The same man who’d been staring at me during dinner. I study him closely, as he smirks at the confusion etched into my face. He continues his steps forward until he's behind Colby, squatting down behind him as he shakes my husband, earning a groan as he struggles to open his eyes. When he does, the blood makes his blue eyes pop, his gaze tired and fearful.

"Wake up Colby. Your pretty little wife is here."

The man chuckles when he sees the fear on Colby's face. When he sees how hopeless Colby is. Because he knows that Colby can't do anything due to his injuries. The amusement grows when Colby attempts and fails to sit up, a faint groan of pain falling from him as he remains glued to his spot on the floor.

"What do you want?"

I ask softly, not wanting to upset the man. I didn't want to do anything that might get Colby hurt further. The smallness of my voice earns another chuckle from the man as he stands up, his green eyes set on me. Under his gaze I feel my unease grow. This man was a stranger to me and that made him dangerous. The man's eyes move to Corey, giving him a silent command that Corey complies with without hesitation. He moves me forward, guiding my body to stand directly in front of the man as he steps over Colby's weakened body.

"I've heard so much about you Emilia. The perfect, doting wife and mother who cares about the poor. The woman who has cleaned up the Brock family's reputation with the public. I have to admit, when Corey here told me Colby was getting into an arranged marriage I had no idea you'd be such a success. I was so sure you'd be nothing more than Colby's plaything. A baby factory and nothing more, but you've turned into such a thorn in my side. You got the billionaire party boy to settle down. You got him to love you. Made him weak..."

He pauses his monologue long enough to reach out and touch my face. His smirk grows when he feels how still I become. Beside him Colby seems to growl in anger muttering "Don't touch her." In a pained gasp.

"... You must be really good in bed to have him whipped so thoroughly. Maybe I'll have to take you for a spin and see what all of the fuss is about."

My stomach turns once again when he says this. A deeper sense of danger setting in. I didn't know what this man was going to do to me, but I knew I didn't like being in his presence. Even as his hand moves from my face and down my neck I feel worse and worse. He watches me closely, noting how my breathing slows. Noting how on edge that I am as his fingertips lightly trace my collar bone before dipping lower, stopping at the start of my breasts.

"Elton, don't touch her."

Colby growls once more as he finally pulls himself up off of the ground. I look from the man, who I now know as Elton to my husband. Colby stands his ground, despite the fact that he's a bloody mess. Every ounce of me wants to reach out to my husband, to pull myself away from Corey and Elton's grasps, but neither of us moves. We both don't want to make things worse. The smirk on Elton's face grows as he pulls his hand away, holding his arms up in defense. He gives Corey another look that seems to tell him to step away from me, because he does. It takes everything inside of me not to collapse to the ground, but I manage to stay still. My eyes are wide as I look at Colby, waiting for whatever is going to happen next.

"You've gotten so possessive of this one Colby. Normally you have no qualms about sharing your girls with me. Ever since you got married I've had to find new toys all on my own..."

I try not to think too hard about what Elton has said. I try not to judge whatever bond they might've had before I entered into this marriage. I focus on what Colby and I have built together, pushing down everything else that I feel bubbling up within me.

"... It's really such a pity. She looks like she likes a good fuck."

My eyes remain forward as his comment washes over me. I felt gross and objectified in a way that I'd never felt before. Even when Colby and I first got together and he made comments like Elton's, I never felt this level of disgust. I feel Colby's eyes on me, silently processing how I'm holding up when it's him that I'm the most worried about. He was the one beaten within an inch of his life, I could handle a few ugly comments. Elton’s smirk never leaves his face, even as he turns away from me to focus on my husband. Suddenly ignoring my presence, he decides to talk as if I'm not there.

"I have it on good authority that your shipment of my supplies was pushed back by a week. I want to know why."

There is no question in his words, only the demand of an answer. I knew why the supplies were pushed back by a week. It was because I didn't want our charity event as a rendezvous for the drugs that Colby's gang was pushing. It had been my decision. I had no idea Elton was the supplier. I had no idea that Corey was the informant clearly working behind our backs the entire time. I had thought it wasn't a big deal, but I see now that I was very wrong. I look at Colby who holds his head up and focuses on Elton in front of him. Suddenly there's an anger in his eyes unlike anything I'd ever seen before. He goes to open his mouth, but I speak instead.

"It was my fault."

I rasp, quickly. Unwilling to let him take the fall for me. Knowing full well that Elton already knew that it was my fault because Corey had been at our house the night I told Colby that we wouldn't use the event as a rendezvous point. I'd said it in, what I'd thought was, safe company. I had no idea that it was going to cause all of this. The moment the words leave my lips I can tell that Colby is frustrated by the fact that I've chosen to speak up. The smirk on Elton's face seems to grow as he glances over his shoulder to look in my direction. For a moment I don't know what he's going to do or say next. But whatever I feared that he was going to do was nothing compared to what he actually decided to do. Without hesitation he takes advantage of Colby's weakened state, grabbing him and pulling his back against his chest as he puts a gun that I hadn't noticed he was holding to Colby's head. It happened so fast. So fast that I can't stop myself from screaming or controlling my composure. If Colby hadn't been hurt he could've taken Elton, but right now he wasn't in the state to do so. I can't stop the tears that enter my eyes, the panic as I reach for Colby only to have Corey hold me in place and force me to watch on helplessly.

In my mind flashes of the violence I’d witnessed flicker in my head. I watched his mother get shot in front of me three and a half years ago. I saw life leave her eyes and now I feared I would watch the same fate befall my husband. I think back to the night my father's life had been threatened in a similar fashion. When I had to beg a masked Sam not to harm him. When I exchanged my life for his, forced into an arranged marriage that had brought me great pain for months on end. Elton's stare is vacant and cold as he studies me. He seems fascinated by how distraught I am. How a sob escapes me as I break down in tears. I couldn't imagine life without Colby. I didn't want to see him get taken from me. From our daughter.

"P-Please don't hurt him."

I stammer out, my voice pleading with his capture.

Elton's vacant expression turns dark at the sound of my plea. He likes being begged. He likes it a lot.

"Tell me sweetheart, how much do you love Colby? Hmm? Maybe if you make a case for him I won't hurt him."

I look at him sick to my stomach with fear. I couldn't help but worry what would happen if he didn't believe me. So I look at Colby and really let my brain flip through the memories of what led us to this point. I think of every kiss, every conversation, every laugh, and moment we shared with our daughter. I think of how much I love him. How my heart nearly beats out of my chest every time we are together. How he was my forever person and I didn't want a life without him in it. I think of this and break down in front of the cruel man before me and I start to beg without any care for how silly it might've made me look. I tell Elton exactly how I feel about Colby and how much I love him until my throat is raw from yelling. Until I'm so raw that my throat is bleeding. Until I've sobbed so hard that I feel like my head is going to explode. Until my body is so weak that even Corey can't hold me up anymore and he lets me fall to the ground. Into a shaking mess on the floor. It's only then that Elton starts to laugh, he pulls the gun from Colby's head. He pushes Colby to the ground with me. Colby's hands reached out to grab me, holding me firmly to him.

"Holy shit dude, she actually loves you. I've seen you twist a lot of chicks up, but this one really loves you..."

He pauses and glances over at Corey with a look of cruel intent before he kneels down in front of me. Our eyes locked before he decided to finish speaking.

"... So here's the deal, sweet cheeks. You're not gonna be making any more choices for when my shipments go out. I don't mind you helping, but you don't make those calls. This is my business. I give the lover boy the addictive shit and he delivers it. Keeps people hooked and wanting more. And, since I'm a board member, all of that money trickles back to me and your whole family. We have a system in place baby and you're not going to mess it up because Brock hasn't fucked the consciousness out of that tight little body. We all have a part to play and you're going to do what's asked of you. Just because Colby's the king doesn't mean he doesn't have a council to keep happy. So you go and spread those legs for your husband, keep him happy, and pop out more babies. Keep playing the part of the doting wife and all will be fine. But, you make a decision that messes up our system again and I'll shoot Colby in front of you and your kid. Then as he's slowly dying out on the floor, I'll fuck you while he watches. It won't matter how sexy you are when you beg, I will ruin your life."

When he finishes speaking all of the air in my lungs feels like it's been sucked out of me. As if he sucked the life out of me. He smiles at me before pressing his lips to my forehead, an act that makes me want to throw up.

"Now, take this situation as a learning experience. I don't need any more hiccups from here on out."

He stands up and turns to leave Colby and I, Corey following behind him without a second glance. It's not until I hear the sound of our basement door closing behind them that I dare to breathe again. From above us I hear the sound of their footsteps working through the house before silence falling once more when they've gone. At my side, Colby pulls me in against him, kissing the side of my face. I feel him wince in pain, but he doesn't care. He kisses me and holds onto me with everything he has as my soft cries fill the room.

"I'm so sorry."

He rasps as I pull back to look at him.

"No, I'm sorry. It's my fault this happened."

Cautiously I reach out to touch his face, the pads of my fingers light on his skin as he studies me. He wants to protest and say it wasn't my fault, but I knew better. I'd spent so much time judging this lifestyle that we had. Constantly, naively believing I was undoing the bad things with the good things my charity work did. But I now realize that my original way of thinking was foolish. If I needed to embrace this lifestyle to keep my family alive then I would do it. If they wanted me to play my part then I would.

I couldn't deny what was asked of me anymore.

I was stupid to think that I ever could.

Author's note: I'm so sorry it took so long to post this. I had a tendon snap in my wrist back in April and then I had to get surgery on it. After months of healing, I am finally able to type without losing the feeling in my fingers. So here is part 16. I hope you like it! <3

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3 | Surprise

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

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2016

Penelope was just getting back from spending a few months in Germany for work and the boys were picking her up from the airport.

"How much longer do you have to wait?" Colby complains on the phone to Sam.

"They said the flight is going to be slightly late."

"Ugh!" Colby groans.

"Dude, you chose to stay at the apartment and make sure the surprise is great for her." He says as Penelope walks up behind him:

"Surprise for who?" She speaks up making him jump up and hang up on Colby.

"Penny!" He hugs her, "And a surprise for you, of course." He smiles, "Come on, Colby is waiting at our apartment for you. He was just fixing it up for you." Sam helps taking one of her suitcases.

"I didn't think I was that important for a clean apartment." She jokes.

"Well, we didn't want you to see the place then clean it for us." He makes her laugh.

As they were driving, Sam saw Penelope texting someone, "Who are you texting?" He asks with his eyes on the road.

"Umm, a friend. Tomorrow we're supposed to hang out." She tells him. She couldn't say boyfriend because he wasn't really. They never gone on any dates or anything like that. Just met through a photoshoot and got close. "Met him working and he got here a week earlier than me. He said when I get back we can hang out the next day so I can get settled in."

"All readying ditching us, rude." Sam laughs as they arrive at the apartment.

"Hey, I came to you guys first before finding a hotel to stay at till I can get a place here." She says as he gets her bags.

"Don't worry about that right now." He gives her a wink.

Before even getting to the apartment door, Colby was waiting in the hall jumping up and down before running full speed at them, "Nelly Belly!" He tackles her into the wall hugging her.

"Dude, you act like we didn't talk over the phone." She hugs him back.

"But you were gone for almost like half a year so shut up." He squeezes' her to death.

"Alright. Now can we go into the apartment? I kind of have to pee." She laughs so he takes her suitcase and all three walk in. "Bathroom is this way." He shows her so she thanks him shutting the door.

Sam takes the suitcases he had of hers to her surprise, which was her having a room at their place. Colby then brings in the other suitcase of hers, "She's worried about finding a hotel to stay at till she can get a place here." Sam tells Colby.

"Well, she's in luck she has two great best friends." Colby hears that Penelope was done so he goes back to her covering her eyes as she opens the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you to your surprise." He walks her to the room then when he removes his hands he and Sam shout surprise. She looks at them slightly confused, "It's your room. We made sure to get a place that had three rooms so you would have one to move into." Colby explains jumping onto her bed.

"We even made sure to make it look like how you would have it for first moving in." Sam adds.

"Wait, you guys got an apartment with three rooms just for me?" She repeats.

"Of course. Where else would you live coming out here? Where's a better place than with your best friends?" Colby smiles so she attacks San and Colby with a group hug.

"You guys are the best. I love y'all." She kisses their cheeks.

The next day Penelope took a shower before getting ready to hang out with her friend, Darwin. Getting out of the shower though she realized her clothes were gone, "Really guys?" She shouts opening the door with her towel wrapped around her.

"Colby did it!" Sam lets her know from the other room.

"Asshole." She goes to her room.

"Hey, it was just initiation." Colby walks into her doorway.

"Are you going to give me back my clothes now?" She puts one hand out.

"Yeah, no. You have to find them yourself." He laughs leaving her room shutting the door behind him.

"Now I have to find a new outfit." She looks for something cute not wanting to look like a slob since she did have a crush on Darwin.

By the time she was finished putting herself together, Darwin texted saying he was on his way to pick her up.

Going to the kitchen for a drink the guys eye Penelope confused why she was dressed up. They were used to her in bigger baggy clothes. "Do you have plans?" Sam asks not remembering what she told him yesterday.

"My friend I'm hanging out with today. Remember?" She looks at him.

"Oh, right. Your model friend. He's picking you up?"

"He?" Colby sits up.

"Yes, he. And he's super nice. Nothing like Tyson." She reassured him.

"Why are you saying that if he's just a friend?" Colby gets off the couch.

"Because I know how you are with any other guy there is in my life that's not you or Sam." She gives in a look.

"She's not wrong." Sam adds.

"Oh, hush." Colby tells him, "I'm just being-,"

She cuts him off, "Being protective and worried, and so many other things." She laughs, "You just want to make sure I'm okay, safe, and treated well." She adds causing Sam to laugh. "Do me a favor and be more like Sam when it comes to this type of thing." She pats his back going back to her room to grab her back.

"Am I overreacting?" Colby looks at Sam.

"You really want to answer that?" Sam laughed as there was a knock at the door.

"Can you get that?!" Penelope shouts in her room grabbing her shoes as well.

Sam and Colby look at each other and rush fighting over who gets the door. So they open it together startling Darwin.

"She's just getting a few of her things." Sam tells him, "I'm Sam and this is Colby." He introduces them to him.

"I know a bit about you two. I'm Darwin." He introduces himself.

"How long have you known Penelope exactly?" Colby asks causing Sam to look at him.

"Like seven months, I believe." Darwin laughs thinking back.

"And you guys are friends?" Colby asks with a smile.

"Umm, I guess, yeah." Darwin says not knowing exactly because he and Penelope were very flirty at times.

"Sorry. Hopefully, Colby isn't going protective dad or older brother on you." Penelope comes rushing around the corner.

"Of course not." Colby laughs.

"Yeah, I believe that." She tells him. "Well, bye." She leaves with Darwin.

As soon as the door was closed Colby faced Sam, "I don't like him."

"Of course, you don't." Sam shakes his head, "You don't even know him."

"The way he looks at her, I just don't trust him. So you think I'm overthinking it?" Colby watches Sam go to his laptop.

"I do. I always do, Colby."

While Colby goes to his laptop as well, Penelope and Darwin head out for lunch. "So Colby is like a protective brother with you. Asked how long have I known you. Are we friends?" Darwin says as they sit in a booth.

"I'm sorry about him. He's always been like that." Penelope laughs, "It's nice but sometimes it's a bit much." She adds.

"It's nice you have someone who cares that much about you." He tells her then eyes her, "Have you guys ever been more? I'm just curious." He asks her.

She laughs a bit, "No, never. I mean unless you count us being four and three in a picture kissing. But other than that, no." She laughs more. "Not to mention, I'm not his type at all. All the girls he's ever liked are super pretty."

"You don't think you're pretty too?"

"Compared to his type and most girls, I'm nowhere near as pretty as them." She laughs.

"Why are you laughing about calling yourself ugly? You aren't ugly, Penny. You're beautiful." Darwin tells her causing her to blush.

"You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. I'm attracted to you, Penny. You're fucking beautiful." He says making her get serious, "And the sweetest person ever."

She just looks at him not believing her ears that someone as attractive as him liked her like that. She thought his flirty playfulness was just for fun but he liked her too.

"You seriously like me like that?"

"I do. Do you like me the same way or?" He chuckles.

"No, I do. I just thought... I'm usually people's type. I've only ever had one boyfriend who was a dick." She tells him.

"Well, I'd love to the the second person to take you on a date. What do you say? Friday night?" He asks so she nods her head yes.

When Darwin drops her off the boys were staring at the door as she walks in, "Welcome home. Did you have fun, Honey?" Sam asks in a girly tone like he was her mother.

"We just went out for lunch. It was good food. He paid for me so I appreciated that. And yes, mom." She takes her shoes off.

"I'm glad to hear about that. Your father was worried about you the whole time." Sam adds in his mom's voice.

"Oh, father." Penny walks over to the couch, "There's no need to worry about me. I'm a big girl now." She smiles at Colby rolling his eyes. "Also we're going out

Friday night." She smiles.

"Like a date?" Colby asks.

"Yes, like a date, Colby. I didn't even think I was his type but I apparently am." She laughs.

"Oh, we can go shopping tomorrow to get you a whole new outfit for your date." Sam tells her happy for her.

"I'm good with what I have."

"No, I want to get an outfit for you." He reassures her.

"If he hurts you in any way... I might be bc up in jail." Colby adds watching TV.

"This is why you guys are the best." She hugs each of them before going to change to be comfortable.

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