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Don't Cry Tonight

Novel By: Nikkibeth
Erotica



(FIISHED- AUTHOR'S PICK FOR FAVORITE STORY) Claire Opeth is fed up with her alcoholic mother, so she left home. On the way to a friends house, two sexy strangers kidnap her and take her away. She wakes up in a stunning mansion and the two men staring at her. Brent Scott is in love with her, and just wants her to love him back. Blake Scott, the younger brother, wants her to be his sex toy and slave and will harm her if needed. Claire is trapped with these men, and finds herself wanting to escape. When she can't, she has to deal with their plans.

On the way, she finds herself wanting Brent more and more due to his love. Blake loves her pain and wants to cause her pain. When Brent and Claire leaves Blake, will Blake leave her alone? Will Brent win over her love? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 3, 2013    Reads: 940    Comments: 8    Likes: 3   


*A/N: I got pretty antsy to get this chapter out. I have a few fans that couldn't wait for this to come out. Also, the Super Bowl is fixing to come on, so I needed to get this published or everybody had to wait and that would be bad for some people. This has to be the most action I ever wrote and it was nailbiting for me! Enjoy!*
Chapter 12
The End of Lunacy
*Brent's POV*
I heard Claire yell for me, Blake is here. Oh fuck! I ran and tried to follow her voice, and I found Blake. He turned around, Claire over his shoulder with a bleeding head and unconscious, and he is smiling at me. I gathered my fists and began to run after him, but he began to run as well. I tried to follow him but I lost him within seconds. This mall is way too busy. How can he pass the security holding a woman with a head injury over your shoulder? I stepped on a piece of paper and I kneeled down and it has my name on it.
Brother, meet me at Hotel Johnston, room 621 in two hours. We have a lot to discuss. Blake.
I looked out into the crowd and I never felt this angry in my life. Blake, you better not lay a fucking finger on Claire! This is not going to be a gentle discussion, I am going to kick your ass! I ran back and gathered the baby toys and her things and headed home. I am going to gather a few things before my visit with my brother to rescue my family.
*Claire's POV*
I woke up with a terrible headache. I tried to reach for something for my headache, but I looked up and I seen Blake. He is leaning against the windowsill and we are high up, somewhere. His tie is loose and he is staring at me. He looks different. He looks more angry, even crazy. His blonde hair is messy and he is holding a glass of scotch. "Ah, you're awake. You've been knocked out for almost two hours. Brent should be here in a few minutes," Blake said and I jerked up and touched my head. I can feel the cut in my temple where he pushed me against the wall.
"What do you want from me?" I cried out and he laughed.
"First off, I love you, remember? Second off, I told you that you will never get rid of me. I searched and searched the whole time you left and I finally got a clue from Dette."
"Why did you held her at gun point? She is your sister for fucking Christ sakes!"
"I needed to know, and I also found out a few more things about you…" He sat his glass down and he walked over to me. I scooted back, to get away from him and he sat down on the bed. He touched my lower stomach, and I gasped. Oh shit, he knows about the baby!
"Looks like I am gonna be an uncle. It's a shame I didn't knock you up, but I am the smart brother, I always used protection. What's this…" He grabbed my left hand and looked down at the engagement ring and he squeezed my hand to the point I felt pain. I jerked back and he even looks more angry. "SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled and the door opened. Brent is standing there, looking like a tiger ready to pounce on his prey. "BRENT!" I yelled and he ran over to me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Oh baby, are you okay? The baby okay? How's your head?" He asked, touching my cut.
"Me and the baby are fine, but Blake…" I said and Blake laughed.
"Ah, true love, so ooey gooey that it tingles your heart," Blake said and his words just made me cringe in my soul.
"What the fuck do you want from us?" Brent asked, keeping me in his arms.
"Brent, I want to fucking beat your ass right now. First, I got mad that you knocked her up, sloppy job, brother. Do you ever use a condom? Oh yeah, you fucking proposed to her! You know I love her!"
"But you are insane, Blake! You need help!"
"NO THE FUCK I DON'T!" Blake ran over and grabbed Brent and he threw the first punch. Brent stood up and pushed Blake against the wall.
"I'm going to kick your ass, Blake. You hurt Claire for the last time!" Blake said and he head butted him and Blake done the same back. I covered my mouth, crying. Why did this have to happen? I touched my stomach and I cried even more. Baby, your daddy is saving the both of us right now. I heard the fighting stop and I looked over and I gasped. Brent's hands are in the air as Blake held his gun at him. "Don't you fucking move or I will blow your fucking brains all over this wall!" Blake said and he rubbed his head against his shoulder.
"Put. The. Gun. Down, Blake!" Brent said nice and calm, but Blake didn't budge. I looked over at Brent and he motioned with his head to his waist band. I looked down and the pistol is in his waist band. I walked over slowly and the gun is now pointing at me. "Claire, stand beside your man," Blake said and I scooted closer to him and quickly grabbed the pistol and held it behind me. "This is such a pretty picture, ain't it? Two lovers, together, at gun point," Blake said and he chuckled. His eyes are twitching, not a good sign. He is now over the line crazy. "NOW!" Brent yelled and I pointed the pistol at Blake, but Blake immediately grabbed Brent and wrapped his arm around his shoulder and his gun at Brent's temple.
"Claire, put the gun down before I blow your fiancées head off," Blake said and Brent shook his head.
"Don't do it, Claire. Shoot him!" Brent said and I began to cry.
"Drop the gun, Claire, or Brent's a goner!" I remembered Brent's training with the gun, I lined the target to Blake's forehead and I pulled the hammer down. "Don't you dare…" and I pulled the trigger. The gun jerked me back and I looked up and Brent got loose of Blake's grip as the gaping bullet hole in his forehead bled out. Blake's eyes are fixed on me and he fell to the ground. I pointed the gun again and shot him again, and again in the chest. After I seen his chest stop moving, I dropped the gun and got on my knees. I couldn't breathe, I killed somebody. I killed Brent's brother because he wanted us dead. He wanted me dead. He wanted Scooter dead. I wrapped my arms around myself and rocked, trying to get rid of the overbearing chill that ran over my body. He needed to get killed, he was going to kill the man I loved. The man I am going to marry. My child's father. "Claire…" Brent whispered and he kneeled down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. "Shhh, it's over, he's gone," He said and I can hear the police running down the hall. "SAN DIEGO POLICE! WE GOT YOU SURROUNDED BLAKE!" a man yelled. Brent let them in and they seen Blake's lifeless body on the floor. "I…shot…him. He…about…killed…Brent," I gaped out. An officer wrapped his arm around me and he escorted both of us out. We made it to the police cars and they wrapped the both of us in blankets. They got both our statements, even told them about him raping me back in Seattle. "This man is one crazy son of a bitch, captain. She put a restraining order on him for raping her, and he still came down here to get her," a younger officer said and the captain nodded.
"I think we can rule this as self defense. Thank you Mr. Scott, Miss Opeth, we will call you if we need anything else," The captain and we both thanked him. News vans surrounded the hotel steps as the coroners pushed Blake's dead body in a body bag and demanding to know answers. The Captain told us to stay still. "Captain Barker, what can you tell us what happened here tonight?" A African American woman said as she shoved the microphone in his face and a few camera man came over and took our pictures. I hid my face in Brent's arm and he pushed his hand into the camera, telling them to FUCK OFF!
"Blake Scott was insane, in need of psychiatric help. He had raped Miss Opeth countless times and her fiancé and his brother, Brent, helped her escape from Seattle to San Diego. Scott found them and he kidnapped her and held Brent at gun point when he found her and Miss Opeth shot the man in self defense. That is all I am releasing for now," The Captain said and he helped escort us to Brent's car, dodging camera men and noisy news reporters.
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I could barely walk by the time we made it home. Thank God those reporters didn't follow us home. Brent lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He sat me down and he took my clothes off and I just stood there like a stump. Even though Blake had to die, I am still in utter shock that I killed him. "Come on baby, you need to rest," Brent said and he pulled the blanket back and I lay down and he covered me up. Before he completely covered me, he leaned down and kissed my belly and there is tears in his eyes.
"Brent, Scooter and I are fine. We are alive, thanks to you," I whispered and he leaned forward and cupped my face and kissed me. He crawled on top of me and he took his clothes off in the process and I reached for my underwear and took them off. "I love you so much, Claire, I needed to save you and Scooter. You two are my life," Brent said and he pushed his dick inside my wanting pussy. Oh, I needed this. I needed this to forget the events that took today. He fucked me deep and hard. I wrapped my legs around and my face is buried into his neck. I ran my hands through his hair and he shoved inside me once more and I came, hard. Ever since I got pregnant, I come a lot easier as well. "I am so close, baby!" Brent said and I rocked my hips against his and he came inside me. He pulled out of me and I put my head against his beating heart and I smiled.
"You are safe now, Claire. You don't have to worry about him anymore," Brent said wrapping his arms around my waist.
"He's gone, it's all over. You better call Dette…" Brent's cell phone rang and he reached over and he looked at me. It's Dette. He answered it and put it on speaker phone.
"It's all over the news! Is it true, Claire shot Blake?" Dette said, sounding like she is crying.
"I had to, he had us at gun point and held the gun on Brent! He was going to kill him," I said and I began to cry.
"I don't care that you killed him, Claire, are y'all okay? Alec and I have been so worried! Is our niece or nephew okay?"
"All three of us are okay. We don't have to worry about anything anymore. The madness is over," Brent said and I lay back against the pillows and finally went to sleep, excited about the next day without wondering about Blake coming to get me. Blake is gone, really gone!




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