Town of Chance 5:Sweet Caroline(48)

“He must have her there. He probably planned on taking her there to win her back, if what his friends in the department in New York say. They believe that he thinks she loves him and is just mad at him for breaking her arm, but when they found out he shot a cop, her current boyfriend, and abducted her. They were all talking about how he abused her, was a drunk, and had a short temper. We need to get to her fast,” Max said and they all agreed.

“We can’t go running in there. This guy, if what his friends and coworkers say is true and what his plan was, he won’t expect us to find him or to raid the place. His goal was to get Caroline and try to convince her to come back to him,” Bender said to them.

“Yes, but he shot C.J. and he called her a whore. He knows that she’s been with us and moved on. That made the game change, and if it’s control he wants, then he’ll hurt her until she gives in,” York stated.

“We can’t waste more time. Let’s make a plan to slowly get in there. Hunter has the most experience along with Tazer and Lynch. The three of you can take the lead and get in there quietly. We come in as backup on your signal,” Sam said to them.

York and Hunter looked at Tazer and Lynch. Hunter knew them from the service and from childhood. They were good men, soldiers and secret operatives for the government. Their two brothers, Burk and Harper, were computer analysts and aerial assault specialists for the Army. Very impressive.

“Let’s go get our woman and put an end to this violence and fear once and for all,” Hunter said and they began to gather their guns and make a plan. Hunter prayed that Caroline was still alive, otherwise, Cameron was going to die today, too.



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Caroline felt the hand caressing her thigh. Back and forth she sensed the skin-to-skin contact but then realized it felt different. She popped her eyes opened and found Cameron there, sitting on the bed beside her. Everything hurt. Her mouth, her head, her ribs. It all hurt. She tried to swallow and not move as his hand slid under the tennis skirt and toward her ass. She was lying on her side and her top was ripped open. She covered herself with her arms and lifted her legs higher, making his hands stop.

“You’re in a lot of trouble, Caroline. A lot of trouble,” he told her, towering over her, sitting on the side of the bed, his thigh against her knees now.

She thought about C.J. and feared he was dead. She felt so angry at him for hurting C.J. and for coming here and ruining everything. Her eye felt swollen and her jaw really hurt. She opened her mouth and coughed. He sat up.

“Here, take a sip of this,” he said to her and brought his hand to her head, cupping it and helping her to sit up as he brought the water bottle to her lips. Her head spun as if she were hungover. He smiled at her.

He placed the bottle down and then pressed a hand over her chest. “Lay back down. We have some things to talk about.”

He moved his hand along her breast, cupping it and then massaging her shoulder. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She hated him so much. She shook with fear and knew he was going to rape her. What could she do to stop him? She had never been a threat to him. He always overpowered her with violence and strength. He continued to cup her breast and then leaned closer to her mouth. She turned away. Her eyes landed on the small table by the bed. A gun. The gun that shot Cameron.

She shivered and he gripped her chin then pressed his lips to hers, forcing a kiss upon them.

She cried out. “No. Don’t touch me. Don’t,” she said and he shoved against her chest hard, making her lose her breath as he stood up.

“Goddamn it. You’re mine. Nothing has changed. This is our time to rekindle things and put the past behind us.”

“No. I don’t want that. We’re over, Cameron,” she said to him. He pulled her up by her shirt, ripping it the rest of the way and jerking her toward him. She felt pain everywhere. She didn’t even know how she was standing. He shoved her up against the window. She placed her hands palm forward to stop from hitting her face. She screamed out. He pressed up behind her. He was so big. Too big for her to fight off.

She cried. “Please, Cameron. Please stop this.”

“Look out there. Look at that scenery, that privacy. It’s all ours. It’s fucking romantic,” he screamed in her ear and turned her around and struck her across the mouth.

She gasped and fell to the rug. Blood dripped from her lip and she tried crawling away from him. She looked toward the nightstand and the gun.

“It’s because of them. Because of those three dicks you’ve been fucking. Isn’t it?” he asked, pulling her hair and making her cry out as he pulled her to her knees. She gripped his hands and shook her head.