Tortured Love

By Sandra Richmond

What happens when the torturer falls for the tortured?
What do you do when you’re handed the very salvation you prayed so long for? Salvation from a life of torture and to only have your heart ripped from your chest in the same moment. Avery was rescued from one torturous life and fate placed her in another. After losing Colt, her heart torments her. She has eerie nightmares and memorable flash backs. Hiding behind a shallow smile and nonchalant attitude has everyone fooled but him. He sees right through her for the fallen angel she is.
She’s haunted by her own salvation. Can she be saved before she fades into her own anguish?
Exe has been president since he was seventeen. Youngest in history to take the throne. He has tortured and murdered his way to presidency. He earned his patch with every drop of blood on his hands, and the respect and fear that comes with it. He leads one of the most ruthless MC’s in history. Exe has one passion and one passion only, torturing. He takes pride in his technique. He enjoys bringing on pain to others. He has no time for women, never did. Just nail and bail. Torturing is his game. He’s focused. He’s determined. He’s merciless. He is The Executioner.
What happens when torturing becomes second, and his passion no longer lies within puddles of blood but in her?
But what happens when the one person that has their hearts without a second thought needs their strength more than themselves?
What happens when the one love they are certain of gets torn from their grasps?
Can they withstand it and each other to get back the one love that makes sense in their lives?
****Adult Content. 18+****

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Richmond
• Release date: Jun 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311497291

Sandra Richmond

I love to read and write. I have been addicted to a pencil and paper since I was two years old. I also love sketching. Anything creative, that's me. Wanna know more?? Hop on over to www.authorsandrarichmond.com & tell me what you think of the knew crib.;) -OR- https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSandraD.Richmond/ ^^Drop me a word or two here. I'll be waiting. ;) P.S. Tortured Love's Release is JULY 1st 2016!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo!!!!!!!! xoxo

Book preview

Tortured Love

By: Sandra Richmond

Copyright © 2015 Sandra Richmond

Cover Design By: Eden Crane Design

Editing By: Crystal Sosa

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Dedication:

I have the honor of dedicating this book to my closest compadres.

These people have helped me through not only this book but life in general. They have stood by me and watched me climb and fall countless times but yet, never pulled their hands away to help me up or give me words of strength and encouragement when I needed them most. They have never let the light in me go out. They always made sure that I was not alone in my journey. For that I am most thankful.

Melissa, wifey, I do not even have the words to describe what we have. We have been best friends since I can remember. We grew up together in the same small town. We have been through hell and back least ten times together and we have always been each other’s strength when one of us got weak. We have always lifted up one another when we got knocked down. You have been my secret weapon to dominating this life. I love you, Bitch for ever and ever until the stars burn out.

Red & Bucket, we most defiantly have been through everything life could through at us. Being my older sisters isn’t easy. But being yours, isn’t either. ;) God picked you guys to be my role models, my blankets of protection, and my words of wisdom when I need them. You two always give me an outside opinion no matter if I want to hear it or not. You guys have always had my back and made it clear that if you mess with one of us, you get it three fold. You two have been my best friends since I was born. Thank you bitches for never letting me think for a second that I was unloved or alone. For being the best big sisters in the entire fucking world.

Melly, boy O boy where do I start. Now we have had some amazing times and not so amazing times. We have loved one another and fought one another. We have argued over who is right and who is right for us. Our stubborn personalities make it impossible for us to let each other go. That, is the best part. You my crazy amigo have not only witnessed my countless downs. But have never left my side when I needed you most. Our psychotic and less than admirable traits intertwine us like we were made for each other and god damnit we were. Every time we needed one another we dig graves first and ask questions later. I could not have possibly made it through life without you. Not one inch could I have survived without you. I love you, my girlfriend. Over a decade and going strong!

Cait, my love. Our newfound friendship has made me strong in more than one way. We connected instantly upon introduction. You are more my consciencethan anything else. You keep me grounded. You keep me strong. You let me know my true worth. You keep me going when I feel weak. You & I connect for so many reasons and I don’t doubt that each one is for a calling to keep one another going when things get tough. When I get lost in darkness you are there with a light to guide me. Reminding me that people love me and need me when I have forgotten it. Letting me know that I am important. Thank you, Wife. I am forever grateful god has crossed our paths.

Thank You Bitches for understanding my unconventional humor, my passive aggressive personality and my nonchalant attitude. You guys seem right through me and by golly it makes my day. Thank you for being the Colt/Exe to my Avery in other words. I look forward to a future with you broads.

Xoxoxo

Chapter One

Avery

Six months later...

I put on my happy face every morning and take it off at night. I know crying myself to sleep every night doesn’t mean I’m letting go and moving on. I know this is keeping me from my true happiness. I can’t do it; I don’t know how to move on without him. Memories flood my mind every night, taunting me.

"Avery, I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you," Colt breathes into my hair as he wraps his arms around me.

"I..." I can’t bring myself to say it. How do I say it? How do you know when you love someone? I don’t know what love is. How it feels. How it even feels being loved back. Or even how it feels to love someone one sided. I just don’t know.

"Shh, it’s okay. I understand perfectly, Sunshine," Colt mutters to my silence. I know I feel something; I just don’t know what it is yet. I could be just guarded. Scared. Worried. A million possibilities continuously run over and over in my mind. My hands squeeze his cut tighter and he suddenly pulls me closer, finally enclosing the space between us with our bodies. Feeling his hold grow tighter around my body, it sends my thoughts into overdrive but with a different setting, feeling and outcome. His fingers start to make small circular motions just at the base of my hair on the back of my neck. Immediately, waves of incredible tingle and heat erupts between my thighs. I hold onto him and bury my face in his chest. Emotions start all at once. What if I don’t want this to happen? What if it’s worse? What if after seeing my body, the silent stories that are all over. I don’t look like other girls. I think? He must have felt me loosen my grip on him, and in turn he loosened me from his. I instantly crave his touch.

I instantly regret letting him remove his hands from my body. I stare to the left and let my head hang low. I keep my eyes on the floor, careful not to make eye contact. I feel further away than I have ever yet to feel. Was it desperation that made me grip him so tightly? Was it the tingle? Two bodies speaking in volumes without a word. Did he remember my body and regret the closeness we shared? Was I feeling regret of letting him that close to me, my body… my scars? My eyes blur with a glossy coat over them. Colt takes a closing step toward me. His body lightly hovering over mine. I can tell he’s upset. I know how getting lost in a fantasy feels after your feet hit the ground of a harsh reality. If anyone knows, it’s me. I stumble and trip over my words as I try to apologize. He just stands in front of me. I can feel his eyes all over me. The intensity scares me. I take a step backward to disconnect us. He quickly wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into his chest. I nearly stumble over his boots and hit other arm is around me and I’m off the ground and at eye level with Colt. He looks at me intensely. I see his eyes soften and his body relaxes just a little. In following, as does mine. As my feet dangle against his shins, we just gawk at one another. I can feel his loosening grip around me as I slip a little down his body. His eyes cloud over with a glossy force that I can’t look away from. I slip once more and my hand on his shoulder glides down his arm and stops at his elbow. My other hand is against his chest. Feeling each rise and fall of this broad upper body, I feel so small, so fragile.

So protected. I slightly reposition my hand against his peck, hard as stone. He’s built to last that’s it. If anything I was sure about this man either being my savior or the rest of my undoing. After all it’s only been a short while. But he hasn’t left my side unless he was ordered to. Even then, I could tell he would rather just eliminate the dude in charge. Just to not leave my side. It’s comforting, to say the least. I feel his hand squeeze me closer and his breathing is hitched. I finally, and surprisingly, with ease, connect with those brown eyes. I guess I got carried away with my thoughts because he makes a small notion with his chin downward with a smirk that isn’t innocent. I was rubbing his chest, his peck. His sexy stoned body. My breath alters a bit thinking of what his chest must look like. He feels the difference. He looks down to my breast nearly popping out of my top against his body. A shift in his demeanor catches me off guard. Feeling every curve as he removes his hand from the side of my neck and trails it lightly down from my neck and color bone. Then my chest. My breath is caught in my lungs as he glides his fingertips lightly over each one of my tits, causing trails of goose bumps to rise and my breathing to falter more. My eyes fall closed as I am hit with a wave of need. Need for him to NOT stop. My hands try to grip his shoulders; they are just too large for my hands to get a good grip. My unsteady grip slips off and he doesn’t miss a beat tossing my body slightly in the air and I instantly wrap my legs around his waist. His hands are instantly everywhere I need them to be. He practically stomps us to the nearest wall and pushes me gently against it. We look as if there is some kind of force field squishing our bodies together. His stoned chest presses me against the wall and the icy cement catches my lower back and instinctively I buck my hips forward and into his groin. I feel his grip tighten around the bottom of my ass and his other hand is back at my neck and chest. I could feel his hard thickness throbbing slightly through his jeans and against my wet clit. His hand on my neck isn’t controlling or even tightened. He’s using my pulse for a chart. A body map. Where and how to touch me. He’s watching my chest rise and fall against him. His clouded eyes never leave mine unless I break the connection. Even then only to open them to his with darker shades of brown, almost black. He thrusts his growing cock into my already sensitive and dripping clit.

He thrust again, slow and hard. He agonizes me. I’ve never been so wet before. He finally removes his hand from my neck and places it behind my head for my comfort, not his. It just makes my need to be wanted grow stronger. A want to be craved. He alters his footing and releases my ass and takes my hand in his and holds it to the cement. I welcome the chill as a light coat of sweat covers my body. Colt thrusts again, slightly faster and harder. Thrusting his contained hard cock upward causing me to moan quite loud. But I don’t care. Let them all hear whose name is on my breath. He buries his face in my neck and hair. He inhales just before each thrust. I am on cloud nine with this stone built man with a heart of a soldier. I don’t want to ever come down off my thick, rock hard Colt cloud. My cloud. My Colt.

I know my pulse is racing. I’ve never had gentle before. I’ve never had anything gentle or normal before.

Automatically my grip grows tighter on his cut and my need for him to be closer….

Shaking the thought from my head, I go to take a shower. Standing under the water, my mind goes back to him again. As the water coats my body, my tears streak my face.

"Got you something," Colt comes strolling into the infirmary with a grin so cheery and light. It makes my heart beat faster and my knees become weaker.

He happily flops down next to me, turning his smile in my direction, instantly causing a thin coat of goose bumps to cover my body. I notice him eyeing me. His smile beams a little brighter.

As does mine. I happily break the silence.

"What is it?" I ask, nervous to have him so close to me.

"Here," He hands me a flat, large device. I look at him with question.

"It’s a Kindle. You can buy books on here. So you don’t have to carry around a book everywhere. It’s connected to my account. Buy all the books you want, Sunshine." He explains to me. A small hint of gold in his brown eyes makes me gaze deeper into them.

"Thanks..." I say low, not knowing how else to speak. I’m lucky I got that word out.

He leans down and kisses my head, causing goose bumps to cover my body once again. I close my eyes and enjoy the closeness.

Caleb’s voice jerks me out of my thoughts.

Mommy, are you going to read me a story? He asks.

Yea, baby boy, I’m coming honey. I quickly wipe my eyes and finish my shower. Exe built the new club after the explosion. It’s nice; Caleb and I have our own mini apartment.

I picked up a job at the local library, putting books away and cleaning. I got my license a couple months ago, and dad was so proud of me for moving forward that he bought me my first car. It’s a 2002 Chrysler Cirrus LXI. It’s cute. It’s good for me and Caleb. So, now I drive myself to work and to see Colt. I’m throwing myself out into the world head first. Am I scared? No. Am I excited? Yes. Colt told me he wanted me to experience every bit of the world’s beauty and what it has to offer. I plan to do just that—for him, myself and Caleb.

Reading to Caleb, he falls asleep in his bed along with Bronx by his side. From living in hell to being spoiled so fast, he hasn’t let any of it go to his head. As long as he has this big family, that’s all he needs—all we both need.

I feel so lost most days, but always having my poker face on. No one knows my pain or the hole inside me. When I close my eyes, my mind floods with Colt and my dreams are taken over by demons—Colt, by day. Demons, by night.

By looking at me doing so well, no one can tell I’m being constantly tortured in my mind.

My eighteenth birthday was five months ago and that was the worst. Colt had said,

Your birthday, you’re mine. I knew he meant it—I wanted him to mean it.

I spent most of my time with him when he and dad rescued me. As soon as I saw him untying me from that bed that night, he was my rock and had been ever since. I miss him so much it hurts. He promised to explore the world with me. To show me all it’s magic. And now I’m here and he isn’t, all to save me once again.

I feel so guilty; it eats at me daily. It’s my fault he’s gone. If I only had enough strength to leave, I could have hunted down my parents eventually. I could have saved Caleb years ago, instead of him going through all the pain he had. It haunts me to think of what we went through.

It only causes me to push more to do the things Colt wanted us to. At the same time, it eats at me.

I place ‘Brother’s Grimm’ on his night stand and tuck him in with a kiss to his head. I make my way to our little living room and plop onto the couch with my kindle from Colt, just another reminder of the happiness I almost had. A simple taste. I refrain from buying books unless I’m desperate to see some kind of sign of him, even though it isn’t him. Buying a book, it says,

"Thank you, Colt. For your purchase."

I save those six words for my worst days, when I want to feel connected to him.

Clasping my necklace from Exe, I rub it between my fingers as Colt floods my mind.

"I promise; we are going see the world. You, me and Caleb."

He tells me. I wish to see all of the world, the everyday things that people walk or drive past and don’t think twice. I want to see that little magic. I was held in hell and anguish since I was fourteen. Almost eighteen now, I want to see all of what the rest take for granted.

"I’d love that. We both would, Colt. Thank you."

The moisture on my face from crying brings me back to reality—a painful reality where Colt isn’t here.

He lives in my memories and flashbacks of us.

Knock, Knock...

A knock at the door pulls me out of my self-pity party. I let go of my necklace and wipe my eyes. Setting my kindle down, I go to answer the door.

Knock, Knock...

Coming,

I rush to the door. Whoever is on the other side is eager for me to answer. It’s after 9 p.m. Who in the world could that be? No one ever bothers me after Caleb is in bed.

I turn the knob and pull open the door.

I gasp.

Exe, what are you doing here?

I try and ask him. But he gives me no answer. Just stares at me with glazed over eyes.

Are you drunk?

I ask him. He still doesn’t answer me. I think something is wrong, I need to get my dad, and he’ll know what is going on or at the very least know how to handle a situation such as this.

I’ll get my dad,

I say, moving to step around him, but he grabs my arm. I freeze. My skin is on fire underneath his touch.

Exe,

It comes out more of a whisper. Less kick than I intended for it to have.

Colt.

Colt flashes through my mind. I can’t do this.

I instantly jerk my arm back from Exe’s hold. I take several steps back, needing as much distance as possible between us. He stands there, staring at me. We eye each other for a long moment, then he turns and walks away, leaving my door way empty and my mind racing.

What just happened? I go over and over in my mind as my door way stays empty. Did that just happen or did I imagine it? Exe. My door. Drunk. His touch. I need to get my head together; he probably came by to check on me. A lot of the guys do. Besides, why would big bad ass Exe want a tortured soul such as mine? What do I have to offer anyone in this world? What did I have to offer Colt, nothing but a broken soul and scarred spirit. I’m not worried of finding love but more of finding myself. Colt was a blessing from above and then they took him from me. Why? I don’t know. I ask them every day and they give me no response. Just silent torture. I drag myself to bed and pray for a day I don’t have to hide behind myself.

Waking up and getting Caleb off to day care, I head to work. I can’t get Exe out of my mind. I went to sleep thinking of him and dreamed of him and even woke up to him invading my thoughts. He’s infected me like a virus I can’t medicate out of my system.

I spent all day at the library but my mind was not with me at