Tyler Dacardie's Story

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Frankie had kept Gracie’s mind off of Matt, for a good five minuet’s or so until he rested his hand on her knee and she sighed. Sober, she didn’t want to fuck around. When she was sober, she needed Matt and she’d never think about cheating on him. What made her unfaithful was the fucking drugs that she’d become so hopelessly addicted to. When he’d placed his hand on her knee it was like time suddenly caught back up and she glanced to where Bonnie and Matt had been only they weren’t there anymore. It was like a stab to the heart.

Frankie lend in pressing his lips to her neck then and she pulled away, hopping down off the wall. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” she shook her head. She suddenly had a really bad feeling that Bryan had something to do with having Bonnie drag Matt away from her and then Frankie trying to seduce her.

She turned to leave only before she could get far Frankie grabbed her just above her elbow and pulled her out of sight of anyone. He shoved her against the side of the house, causing her to groan in pain because of the bruises that already covered her back. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding in her chest, even if Matt came back for her, which she highly doubted, he wouldn’t be able to find her. He grabbed her jaw roughly, leaning in and kissing her. She bit his lip, drawing blood causing him to slap her across the face.

“Fucking Bitch.” He spat, spitting out blood. Gracie took the moment to try and run but he only grabbed her and threw her back into the side of the house. Her head slamming into the wall, she was already weak for exhaustion and she was surprised she hadn’t blacked out. “Stop trying to run babe, your only pissing me off.” He said pulling out a gun from his waist line. He pressed it against her temple a wicked smirk. “Bry says you belong to him now.” He explained and Gracie froze. “He sold you to me, pretty cheap to.” He shrugged.

“Fuck off.” Gracie spat. “Matt’s going to fucking kill you.” She breathed, struggling to breath. He smirked as he moved his hand up her thigh slipping off her underwear, but Gracie refused to cry. She wanted to fight back, but she was having a hard time staying conscience at all.

Gracie wasn’t entirely sure how long it had been, but by the time he was finished she was crying and begging for Matt to find her, but no matter how hard she wished he never came. No one came for her and she had a feeling Bryan had something to do with that. Bryan had a way of controlling everyone around him without them even knowing. Frankie walked away, leaving her there and she slid down the length of the wall. She fought off a flood of tears for as long as she could, but eventually she just let herself cry. The music was so loud she doubt if she screamed anyone would hear it. She hated herself, because the worst part about what had just happened, was it was no one’s fault but her own. Matt had warned her, he’d tried to protect her, but she didn’t listen. She never did.

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She lend in then and kissed him and he pulled her close. The song had changed, but he didn’t stop kissing her. It didn’t matter who was around, he kissed her like they were alone. Eventually though she pulled away and he held her eyes.

"I know. I love you too. I don't want anyone else." She smirked against his lips, kissing him harder and he kissed her back just as hard, smirking as she slipped her tongue past his lips. "Now come on, Let's go get seriously fucked up." She kissed along his jawline and it was hard for him to focous on anything but her as she slipped her hand up under his shirt. "Maybe we can even slip into the bathroom for a quick fuck? Bryan will never even notice your absence." he laughed kissing her lips one last time.

“Sounds hot.” She laughed as they headed back inside.

He sat down on the couch pulling her to his lap, wrapping an arm around her waist in a way that told everyone that she was his. He kissed along her neck slowly, teasingly. He lit a joint, only the kind of joints at Bryan’s parties weren’t just normal weed, it was normally laced with hallucinogens, which he didn’t mind, cause it usually ended in incredible sex. He passed it took her as he went back to kissing her neck, his free hand running up and down her spine.

He laughed and talk with a few of his clothes friends, keeping Kylie close. One of his friends bringing over a few bottles of liquor. He popped open a bottle of whiskey, he hesitated. Whisky made him mean, but eventually he just took a long drink before passing it to Kylie. One of the slutty girls stripped down to her bra and thong, before she laid across the coffee table. He was fucked up by that point and he hoped Kylie was to or she’d be pissed at him when he did lines off the girl.

His friend gestured that it was his turn and he smirked, moving Kylie off of him gently. He snorted a line from the girls thigh, kissing along her waistline, before he snorted one from in between her breasts. He sat back down next to Kylie and he was gone. The coke had been all he needed to really fuck him up. He pulled Kylie back to his lap and fisted his hand in her hair and kissed her hard.

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Gracie pulled her knees to her chest, letting out a sigh. She didn’t want to go back to the party and have to face Frankie and she was scared that if she saw Bryan she’d only get herself in trouble. If she’d have been high, she would have probably fucked Frankie no problem. But, she’d been completely sober and conscience to what had been going on the entire time and no matter how many times she begged and pleaded for him to stop he didn’t.

"Gracie baby, I'm so sorry." Matt breathed, but she was still dazed and it hadn’t even registered that he was finally there. She felt him kissing her, first her nose, then her cheek, and her jaw like it was supposed to fix everything, but it didn’t. She was so numb that the normal tingle she got from his lips against her skin was non-existent. "I tried once I realized what was happening, but I know that's not good enough. I shouldn't have left you alone. I was stupid." he explained and she finally looked at him, tears rimmed her eyes. "Did you see where he went babe? I'll fucking kill him. Just tell me where he went." he said pulling his gun out.

There was no point in killing Frankie, Gracie knew that. If Matt killed him or attempted to kill him nothing would happen to Matt, instead Bray would kill Chelsea and her, because Bryan knew that killing the only two people in his life that he had or cared about would be worse than killing him. Gracie would gladly take death, but Chelsea didn’t deserve it by a long shot. As much as she wanted to hate Matt in that moment for not coming to her rescue, she just didn’t have it in her. She was pretty sure one of her ribs was creaked if not broken and that she had a concussion from her head hitting the wall, so she was in absolutely no mood to argue with him.

“I saw my mom today.” She breathed although her voice was weak, like she was having trouble breathing. She looked away from him as tears started to fall down her cheeks again and she hated that she was crying in front of him, thinking back she was pretty sure it was the first time he’d ever seen her cry. “Thought she was dead, at least that’s what I told myself. But, I’m just like her.” She whispered not bothering to hide the pain in her voice. “Matty.” She breathed but it was so quite she wasn’t even sure he’d heard it. “Do you even know what my favorite color is?” she asked glancing back to him, holding his blue eyes with her own gray-blue eyes.

She hated that as much as her and Matt claimed to be in love, when it came down to it, they really knew very little about each other and she hated that. Sure the sex was beyond incredible and he was the only one willing to put up with her, but she didn’t even know his middle name and or his story and he knew even less about her, because in all honesty she still hadn’t completely let him in, because she was waiting for him to walk out on her, not that she’d admit that to him. At the moment she was doing whatever it took to take the conversation else ware, because dealing with the fact that she’d just been raped was too much for her to handle without completely breaking down.

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He knew that she was going to start something when she tensed, he could feel her tense in his arms and he rolled his eyes frustrated. He didn’t way to have to fight her and it wasn’t like he was fucking the girl he’d simply thanked her for being a slut, by kissing along her waist line and that was the end of that, but he couldn’t blame Kylie. For all she knew he could have fucked the girl before, but his drugs were thinking for him and that was always a bad thing.

She moved her head to the side at the last minute causing him to kiss her on the cheek instead of the lips pissing him off almost instantly "Stop Tyler." the hand that was fisted in her hair he gripped tighter, it was a subtle warning. He pressed his lips to hers roughly, letting her know if she didn’t give into him, all hell would break loose. His lips traced along her jawline before pausing at her ear.

“You sure you know what you’re doing Kylie?” he breathed. “Because I really don’t want to hurt you, but you know what I have to do if you disrespect me in front of everyone.” He spat. “If you want to make sure you’re the one in my bed tonight, I suggest you stop acting like a bitch while your ahead.” He warned her.

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"No. I don't know your favorite color." He admitted with a sigh and she sighed to as he placed a hand on the back of her neck and she hated that just with a simple tough he set her body on fire. She forced herself to hold his eyes. "But that doesn't mean I don't love you okay?" he shrugged and she closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead. "If I didn't love you, I'm sorry to say, you would have probably been dead a long time ago. You make me want to be a better man Gracie, and honestly, I'm someone who's pretty terrified of changing." he said honestly and she held his eyes. "If it matters to you though, I'll tell you anything you want to know about me and my past, and you can tell me yours too, but in the end, to me, it doesn't matter where you've been. All I know is that I love the person you are now."

She let silence fall between them for a long time as she closed her eyes letting her head rest against the side of the house. She wasn’t sure how she was still awake, she was beyond exhausted. She took a few, slow deep breaths in and out as she listened to the music. She knew her question had been stupid, but she hated that they knew very little about each other, not that she’d ever openly asked him about his past. She let out a soft sigh.

There was a small breeze, that felt good against the hot desert air. Only she caught the smell of someone else’s perfume and she knew exactly who’s it was. She swallowed hard, keeping her eyes closed knowing if she opened them, she’d start crying. He’d been fucking Bonnie and she hadn’t actually thought he’d do it and knowing he did was a stab to the heart. It was a worse pan then if he’d have slapped her in the face. She collected her before opening her eyes and looking him over, spotting the faint hickey’s on his neck and that was all she needed. She flicked her eyes back to his only to realize that he was on something any a few moment’s ago she’d been so numb, that she hadn’t realized where he’d just come from.

Her eyes watered, but she refused to let her tears fall, she wanted to be mad at him. She wanted to hate him and she wanted to beat the shit out of Bonnie, but she had no right to. She’d done the same thing to him. She moved, groaning softly in pain as she moved, so she was sitting on her knees right in front of him. She held his eyes before she placed a hand on the side of his neck, rubbing away Bonnie’s bright red lipstick from his neck, though she kept her eyes on his.

“You know most nights, I don’t sleep much.” She breathed “I just watch you sleep.” She said with a soft smile, picking her words carefully. She was afraid to set him off, because she wasn’t sure how much more pain and abuse she could take at the moment. She was sure she looked just as bad as she felt. “Sometimes I think about leaving.” She admitted honestly. “Because I hate you.” She said glancing to the smeared lipstick on his neck before back to him. “But, then I remember I can’t live without you Matty.” She whispered and her voice was more vulnerable than it had ever been with anyone else in her entire life. “You gotta let me in and I have to let you in or this will never work.” She said honestly.

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He knew she was going to challenge him, she was going to start something. He suddenly regretted getting high, because he was so fucked up now that he knew he’d really hurt her and he hated that. It was like his sober self was on the inside watching everything yet there was nothing he could do and it killed him. He loved Kylie, but he wished that she’d just leave him before he ended up killing her.

"So I can't disrespect you, but you can disrespect me?" she spat and he rolled his eyes, looking up at her as he stayed sitting down on the couch. "I don't know if you've forgotten, but I'm your girlfriend Tyler. Not your whore. If you want someone who's going to blindly take your shit, fine. I'm sure there are plenty of girls here you can pay for."

She shook his head as he lit a cigarette and the room seemed to quiet down as he stood up. He could feel the energy in the room shift and all eyes on them. He towered over her, raising a brow. Everyone aside from Kylie and Matt were terrified of him and he had to admit he loved the power. He took a long drag off his cigarette, before blowing the smoke back in her face. He moved quicker than Kylie could have escaped as he wrapped her hair around his fist and jerked her head to the side making her neck long. Took the cherry tip of his cigarette and pressed it to her neck.

He watched her skin literally start to melt and when she tried to moved he only gripped her hair tighter and held the cigarette to her neck almost branding her. Once the cigarette was halfway burnt out he flicked it away with a wicked smirk and slapped her across the face, so hard, there were a few gasps in the room like they could feel her pain. He shoved her against the wall then and pinned her there roughly humiliating her in front of everyone as his hand moved up under her dress.

“Wolf.” He heard Bryan’s voice from behind him, causing him to freeze. “I think you’ve done enough.” Tyler knew his words were an order to let Kylie go. “Meet me outside.” He spat, making it clear he was pissed that Tyler had caused a scene. He let Kylie go and followed Bryan outside. Once they were in the front yard and alone, Bryan started in on Tyler. “What the fuck is your problem!” Bryan yelled and Tyler just shrugged. “We have important people here Ty and how am I supposed to tell them that your my best man, when you’re making a damn scene with your old lady?”

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Gracie closed her eyes as he kissed her lips. Had she not been so completely exhausted, there was a chance Bonnie would have had no hair, a black eye, and a broken nose. But, in all honesty she wasn’t sure she could get up at the moment. Although, Matt’s lips on hers took away the pain for the moment.


"You're right." his breath on her lips was incredible and she was surprised he was being so calm, despite the fact she knew his veins were filled with drugs. "I'll do whatever it takes to make this work Gracie. I want to be with you, but more than that, I want you to be happy." he breathed and she gave him a weak smile.

She knew for the moment they were agreeing, but as soon as they were both fucked up again, hell would break loose and they’d be right back where they started. For the moment though, she didn’t want to think about that. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him, with what energy she had left. She could hear footsteps, but she didn’t pull away she just continued to kiss Matt. The footsteps stopped and when she felt someone staring she pulled away and glanced to the person who she recognized as one of Bryan’s guys.

“Matt, Bryan wants you.” He said looking to Matt before his eyes flicked to Grace and she rolled her eyes already knowing what was coming. “Just you.” he said as he looked back to Matt. “I’d hurry if I were you, he’s not in the best mood tonight. Tyler pissed him off which means you’re on his shit list by association.” He smirked before turning and leaving the two alone.

“You better go babe.” She breathed, kissing him one more time and she knew him well enough to know he’d object so before he could she spoke again. “I’ll be fine, I’m going to go see Chels.” She smiled

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Tyler listened to Bryan yell at him for a good five minutes and to be honest, Tyler was surprised Bryan hadn’t already shot him. Because, every time Bryan said something, Ty shot back with a sarcastic smart ass remark that would get other on of Bryan’s guys shot on the spot. The difference was Ty was way too valuable to loose and that was why Bryan put up with his shit.

“Listen boss man, You got a job for me or what, cause I’m fucking sick of listening to your lecture.” He said honestly taking a drag off his cigarette. “Kylie’s my bitch, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with her in front of whoever I want.” He said simply like he was the boss. Tyler watched Bryan raise a brow and tap the top of the gun in his hand impatiently, like he was debating on shooting Tyler. “Do it. You’d be doing me a favor.” He smirked

It was silent for a long moment before Bryan started talking. “Your flirting with death and one day I’m going to pull that trigger Wolf.” Bryan said honestly. “Yeah I gotta job for you, I’ll pay you 2 mill.” He said like they were only talking about a few dollars. “I need you to take Matt out of town for a few days. I have a guy who’s willing to pay a shit ton for Gracie, Chelsea, and Bonnie.” He smirked wickedly.

Tyler couldn’t believe what Bryan was saying. Bryan was asking him to betray his best friend so that he could see Gracie who was like a sister to him, like she was nothing more than stolen goods. The money was good, but it wasn’t worth selling the people closest to him out for. His only motive for doing it would be to keep Kylie safe, only if she ever found out what he did, she’d hate him forever. He finally shook his head, but he knew Bryan wasn’t asking it was and order and Tyler wasn’t stupid. Sure talking back to Bryan was one thing, turning down a job was another.

“Bry, come on. That’s bull shit. You could get any broad off the street. You know Gracie’s like family to me and she’s practically Kylie’s sister.” Tyler tried to convince Bryan otherwise but he could tell he was already set on it.

“Bonnie is my family. She’s my cousin. You think I give a shit. Girls are bargaining chips, you know that. If you’re getting soft because that girl, I’ll sell her too.” Bryan threatened. Tyler thought about it for a long moment, he really had no choice, it was Kylie or Gracie and Matt and Kylie was the obvious winner, if he was being honest he’d put Kylie above his own brother.

“Fine.” He finally breathed, feeling shitty the instant he’d agreed to it. He was so used to taking orders from Bryan that he was scared of what would happen if he didn’t especially now that he could use Kylie against him

“Go get Matt.” He ordered one of his men and Tyler automatically had a sinking feeling. “Don’t worry Tyler, Matt won’t know a thing. Chelsea died while he was gone and poor Gracie couldn’t take the stress and she ran. Tell me that doesn’t sound like her.” He said and Tyler’s jaw clenched.

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She hoped he’d go, they didn’t need to cause any trouble because she was honestly scared of what Bryan would do to her. She hadn’t thought that he’d sell her off, but she’d been wrong about that. She could tell though Matt wasn’t going to argue and she let out a silent sigh, grateful.

"That'll be good." he breathed, pulling her up with him as he stood, she swallowed back a painful groan. "She could probably use a little company right now. Stay in her room. Bryan would be fucking suicidal to send someone in there after what he just did to you. So stay there until I come for you okay?" he sighed, kissing her one last time before slipping around the corner and out of sight.

She lend against the wall for a moment after he left, trying to will herself to move. Finally she pushed off the wall and made her way inside only to have someone grab her arm and whirl her around and in a second she was facing Frankie again and she rolled her eyes, she tried to pull away but she was too weak and he pulled her close leaning in to whisper something in her ear and she could smell the mix of liquor and cigarette smoke on his breath.

“What the fuck did you tell him?” he hissed like he’d been watching them the whole time, he pulled back to look her in the eyes, like he would be able to tell if she was lying or not.

“I didn’t have to tell him anything.” She shrugged. “It’s kind of hard to pretend you like being raped by some ass hole.” She shoved him away and made her way quickly up the stairs. She slipped into the upstairs bathroom locking the door behind her. The was a knock on the door that made her jump.

“You can’t hide in their all night baby.” He said through the door and after a long moment, Gracie took a breath, finding it hard to breath. She lifted her dress up, so she could see her stomach.

“Shit.” She breathed, the spot was worse than she thought it would be, it was a mix of Frankie, Matt, and Bryan’s abuse over the past few days. The spot was easily the size of a dinner plate, black and purple over her ribs. She ran a hand over it wincing as she did. Finally she slipped out of the bathroom and across the hall to Chelsea’s room. She saw the young blonde who resemble Matt sitting with her back against the wall looking miserable.

“Hey babe. You look as miserable as I feel.” She smirked as she went and sat down on the bed next to her. Chels laid on her lap and Gracie stroked her hair, like she was her big sister and the two sat there for a while in silence, like they’d already poured out their hearts and they knew exactly how the other felt.

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Tyler hated Bryan, for what he was making him do. If Matt found out he’d probably kill him and Tyler would feel shitty enough he’d let him. It wasn’t just Gracie, it was Matt’s sister too and Tyler knew full well just like Kylie was the only person he really cared about. Grace and Chels were the only two people Matt loved or had left. He already felt the guilt bubbling up in his stomach and part of him wanted to call it off and tell Bryan he’d changed his mind.

"This better be fucking good Bry." he heard Matt’s irritated voice from behind him, pulling him from his thoughts and he sighed. "We're on thin fucking ice right now." Tyler raised a brow as he looked between the two of them, wondering what the hell Bryan had done this time.

Tyler kept his eyes on Bryan as he smirked. “Are we talking about Frankie and Gracie?” he asked sarcastically as he pulled a wad of hundred out of his back pocket, tossing it to Matt. “Three thousands, the rest of the cash is inside, she’d your girl the money’s all yours.” Bryan shrugged. “I was just the middle man.” He said like it had been Matt who’d asked him to find the highest bidder. “It was a good price, don’t you think Ty?” Bryan said and Tyler hated the way Bryan pitted people against each other.

Tyler shrugged. “Personally.” He breathed as he lit the his fifth cigarette in the past six minutes or so. “I think you could have gotten more for her.” He smirked, glancing to Matt, hoping he knew he was kidding. Bryan laughed, like Tyler had told a good joke and Tyler just rolled his eyes as he looked up at the stars and blew out a cloud of smoke.

“Alright, I’ve got a job for you two in California. It’s a week long and I’m not accepting No for an answer. I knew you guys to pick up my drugs and sell them to our buyers in Mexico. You two do that for me all send you and your girls on vacation.” He smirked and Tyler sighed.
“I’m in.” he said without hesitation. “Come on Matt, it will give us a chance to get out of her with the girls for a while, you know they’d love that.” He said trying to convince his friend, hating himself for it every second.

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Chelsea’s violent cough’s broke the silence between them and Gracie rubbed her back gently soothing her. Gracie was well aware of the agreement between Matt and Bryan, not because Matt had told her, but because she’d overheard Bryan and Matt talking on several occasions. She helped Chels sit up before going to her dresser and dumping a few of Chelsea’s pills into her hand and grabbing a half full water bottle from her night stand, helping her take the medication.

“Grace?” Chelsea’s words were barely audible over the loud music, Gracie sighed sitting down next to her and giving Chels her full attention. The energy had suddenly gotten heavy and Gracie knew a heavy question was coming. “Stop fucking with my brother’s head…please.” She whispered. “He loves you, but I’m not so sure you love him.” She said honestly. “I’m not stupid, I’ve seen you sneak over in the middle of the night and I’ve seen you leave early in the morning. Matt doesn’t deserve that.” She said honestly.

Gracie couldn’t help the tears from falling. It was different hearing it from someone else, someone like Chels who admired her brother. Gracie wasn’t just hurting Matt she was hurting Chels to. She bit her lip trying to fight back the rest of her tears.

“Chelsea, you don’t understand.” She whispered.

“Don’t fucking tell me I don’t understand!” She practically yelled only it sent her into violet coughing and Gracie winced. “You don’t understand what you’re doing to him…and me.” She sighed. “One day Matty’s going to leave and he’s not going to come back.” she breathed and Gracie knit her brows in confusion.

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"Fine." he breathed and Tyler sighed. "But I swear to god, if anything happens to Gracie while I'm gone, it's over Bry. I'll fucking kill you." He threatened and Tyler winced.

Tyler was pissed at himself simply because of what he was doing, but he had to protect Kylie, there was no way he was losing her again. He knew Matt wouldn’t understand that ever and he didn’t expect him too. Tyler would honestly have just killed Bryan a long time ago if it wasn’t for the fact that Bryan might as well be Hitler. His followers were so faithful that even if he killed Bryan, they’d kill him and everyone close to him which meant Matt, Bunny, Gracie, Marshall, and Kylie. That was the only thing stopping him from killing Bryan.

“Good, well in that case you two leave tonight.” Bryan said ignoring Matt’s threats. “And, please for the love of God, keep this to yourselves. No one including Gracie and Kylie need to know your leaving. In fact it’s best if you two just leave without a goodbye.” He said honestly, though it was an order. “Tyler why don’t you call that little brother of yours and he can make sure the girls get home safe.” Bryan ordered and Tyler sighed.

“Alright Boss, whatever the fuck you want.” Tyler sighed as he pulled out his phone and walked a few steps away. When Marshall answered, Tyler gave him no information. Simply told him to come pick up Kylie and Gracie. Before heading back over to them. “He’s on his way.” Tyler said flicking away his cigarette.

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Gracie whipped her eyes and let out a shuddering breath. “Thanks for the pep talk love, but I gotta go.” She said a little meaner then she meant to. She stood up leaning in and kissing Chelsea’s forehead only Chels, turned her head to the side and Gracie’s kiss landed on her temple instead. “For what it’s worth, I love both of you.” She breathed before slipping back out into the part.

Gracie just wanted to go home and she figured Matt was done by now and they could finally leave. She wasn’t exactly sure how long she searched for him, pushing past people and groaning in pain every time someone bumped into her. Not to mention that familiar itch just under her skin from having been sober for far too long. Eventually she couldn’t take the pain and exhaustion any longer and she made her way into the kitchen grabbing an already opened bottle of Vodka, taking a long swig of it wincing as hit set her rare throat on fire.

She finished off the bottle before she started looking for Matt again, this time she was pissed because the thought of him and Bonnie mixed with the alcohol, had her raging mad. If she found Matt, she’d beat the fuck out of him and if she found Bonnie, she’d put her in the grave. Only she didn’t get very far before she felt someone grab her an spin her around for the millionth time that night and before she even saw who it was her first reaction was to punch the person in the face.

“Fuck!” He screamed and Gracie’s eyes widened realizing it was Marshall, the least hostile persona at the entire party. He turned back to her, his lip bleeding. “Gracie, relax, shit.” He breathed looking her over and he could tell she was stung out and she looked like shit covered in bruises and he sighed. “Listen, I’m going to take you home.” He offered hoping she wouldn’t fight him, he wasn’t like his brother and he wasn’t like Matt at all he was the complete opposite so if Gracie or Kylie fought him he wasn’t sure how he’d get them home.

“I’m sorry.” She breathed. “Thank you.” She said leaning up and kissing his cheek. “For taking me home.” She sighed and walked past him, slipping out the front door, she didn’t want to be there any longer then she had to be. She figured Marshall had been sent for her and Ky, because Matt and Tyler had a job, they’d be back in the morning. She thought as she slipped into the front passenger seat. Her body ached and her ears were still ringing all she wanted to do was sleep.

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"Alright then, are we done here?" Tyler could tell Matt was pissed and he’d be took if Bryan took it upon himself to sell off Kylie at the same fucking party. Bryan was getting gutsy. He was comfortable with the fact that he could get away with whatever he wanted, he thought he was untouchable. But, Tyler knew that he underestimated him and Matt. Sure they were willing to do whatever he wanted, but he failed to realize that Tyler and Matt did all the things his other guys weren’t willing to do, with the two of them he’d fall apart and Tyler knew that. Bryan was burning the wrong bridges fucking with Gracie and Matt’s relationship.

That’s why Tyler had been keeping Kylie as far away from him as he could. He didn’t trust Bryan as far as he could throw him and he knew well enough that Bryan could turn his back on you in a second, he’s seen Bryan do it to some of his best men. If he even thought you were disposable or replaceable, he’d turn his back n you in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah. I think we are.” Tyler said as Bryan tossed him the keys to one of the SUV’s. Tyler climbed in the drives seat, waiting for Matt and before he knew it they were on the road headed four hours towards Los Angeles.

It was quite for a long time as they drove through the desert in silence, before Tyler finally spoke. “Kylie’s not going to forgive me for this one.” He sighed. “You alright?” he asked not exactly sure what had happened between Bryan and Matt, but being Matt’s friend despite what he said or how he acted he cared.

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Three days had gone by since Bryan’s party and she hadn’t so much as gotten a phone call from Matt, she’d overdosed and wound up in the hospital. She’d fought Marshall because she was pissed off that he’d even taken her. She wished he’d have left her to die. She refused to come out of her room and she’d call Matt about a million times half her voicemails were nasty and she said awful things while the other half was her apologizing and begging him to come back. She was driving herself absolutely crazy and the worst part about it was she couldn’t help but think that maybe he’d fallen for Bonnie just as quickly as he’d fallen for her and they’d taken off together.

She hadn’t eaten since he’d left, the only thing she’d consumed in the past three days was drugs and liquor. The bruise on her ribs had only gotten worse and more painful. She literally couldn’t live without him, he was all she knew and she’d spent the last few months building her life around him and Chelsea’s words just kept repeating in her head [i] One day Mattys going to leave and he’s not going to come back.[/b] it was like a broken record and it was driving her nuts.

Marshall was honestly worried she was going to die, but she didn’t give a shit. If Matt didn’t give a shit enough to call her and tell her he hadn’t left or that he still loved her, then why should she care whether she lived or died. Eventually, Bryan had come over and kicked down her door, forced her to get dressed and get out of the house. He’d invited both her ad Kylie over. She’d cleaned up enough to look decent despite the fact that her cloths that used to fit perfectly were starting to hang off of her due to the amount of wait she’d lost. Gracie had a bad feeling, but Bryan hadn’t given her a choice.

He’d shoot her up and shove another drink in her hand, eventually she’d passed out and when she woke up she had no idea where she was. She’d woken up on a twin size bed in a freezing cold room. The bedroom was small and looked more like it should be condemned then lived in. Her first instinct was to check the door, but it was locked from the outside. There were no windows and no possible vents to escape out of, she’d been kidnapped. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she’d been down there, but eventually Frankie had come down stairs and to her surprise he’d actually been somewhat nice.

He’d told her that she was property of Bryan’s partner Louie Panzio an Italian Mobster with a long history of violence. Who Frankie happened to work for. Frankie had confirmed Gracie’s fears and told her that he’d run off with Bonnie and he’d been the one to give Bryan the go ahead to sell her. At first Gracie hadn’t believed him until Frankie had showed her a video from the part that night and Bryan handing Matt a wad of cash. Frankie had also informed her that Matt had also sold Chels cause he was tired of dealing with her and that Kylie had been sold too because Tyler was sick of her and Bunny and Bunny was easier for him to deal with.

When Frankie had finally left her alone, she let herself really cry until she’d passed out from crying to hard. She begged Frankie every time he came to see her for drugs, she’d do whatever he wanted, she just needed to numb the pain, but every time he refused forcing her to sober up and handle the pain that not only had Matt sold her and his sister but he’d taken off with Bonnie. She was completely broken.

So, when she’d finally met Louie and he fucked her she didn’t fight, she had no fight left in her. She was no longer a person, she was an object and she’d completely given up on everything. Louie had reward her “good behavior” with drugs and a pack of cigarettes once again leaving her alone. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she’d been there or what time of day it was. She based her timing and days on Louie’s visits to her for sex. He came once a day…or night, she knew when he visited next, it was the next day.

She sat on her bed, lend against the wall smoking a cigarette. Her thoughts had become empty and she’d learned to cure her boredom, by counting the creak in the cement walls. She’d stopped feeling sorry for herself after Louie’s second visit and every once in a while Frankie would come down stairs to keep her company which would only end up in the two of them fucking, not that she minded. She wondered though how Chels and Kylie were and she worried about them when she allowed her self to feel something other than numb.

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Matt was like a brother to Tyler, they’d done a million jobs together and somehow they just got each other, without even having to talk. They’d never fought simply because they’d always had each other’s back. Now Tyler was throwing him under the bus like he’d just meet him. He pushed the thoughts aside as he lit a cigarette. Despite what they were doing and how tense he was about the whole situation. Driving through the desert in the middle of the night, smoking was completely relaxing and he made a mental note to just take a drive with Kylie, park somewhere and lay in the bed of his truck in the middle of the desert and star gaze. He wondered if she knew how much he loved her and that he’d die for her in a heartbeat.

"Not exactly." Matt sighed and Tyler glanced to him, before back to the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other pressing his cigarette to his lips and taking a long drag. "Gracie won't stop fucking with my head. She's been fucking Bryan for god-knows how long, so now he thinks he's entitled to her, which is why he sold her off to some asshole tonight." Tyler should have warned him about Gracie, at least said something to tip him off because he’d seen their fights and he’d watched Gracie turn it all back around on him or make him feel shitty. Him and Kylie just fought, Kylie didn’t play games and neither did he for the most part, they knew when they were in the wrong, but they were both too damn stubborn to give in and apologize. "At least I'll have a week away from her fucking head games. I love her, really, but she drives me fucking nuts." he chuckled and Tyler sighed.

“That girls a fucking nut case, just like her father.” Tyler shook his head. “You gotta a lot of patience Matt and she loves you, anyone could tell you that, but she’s like Kylie, there too damn scared to let us win for once.” He smirked.
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They’re supposed week long trip had got extended to a two week trip. However they were allowed to talk to the girls or anyone else for that matter, because anyone mostly the cops could easily tap their phone lines. The job had been anything but easy, Tyler had been shoot a total of three times during the deadly gun fight they’d been involved in, not to mention they’d almost gotten kidnapped by a Mexican drug cartel. The whole thing was one fucking mess after another.

Tyler had ended up sleeping with a few girls he’d met at a bar, simply because he was too fuck up and missing Kylie too much to think straight. It was like being away from her for that whole year all over again. He’d hated himself for giving in and cheating on her not that it was anything new or that she’d even find out, but he had to live with the guilt. When him and Matt weren’t working they were getting shit faced until they passed out because they were both guilty and Missing Kylie and Gracie, not that either of them were really willing to admit that, but they didn’t have to.

Eventually they’d finally completed the job and Tyler was sore and exhausted. His bullet wounds were still fresh. He’d driven all the way home and when they finally pulled into their garage, Tyler cut the engine and nudged Matt awake, before slipping out of the car and heading inside. The house was quite for the first time in a long time and he slipped up the stairs and into his bedroom flipping on the light. Kylie wasn’t in bed which was odd.

“Babe?” he called and fell silent but there was no answer. “Kylie?” he called again checking the bathroom before slipping back out of the room. He made his way down stairs calling her name every few seconds only there was no answer. He was somewhat sober, which meant her was more alert and aware. His heart started racing as he made his way back up the stairs and into his brother’s bedroom flipping on the lights and pulling his brother out of bed and out of a dead sleep.

“Marshall, where the fuck is Kylie?” he spat irritated and Marshall shoved him away.

“Fuck you Tyler, I’m trying to sleep you ass hole.” He practically yelled and for the first time in his life, Tyler was surprised that Marshall was actually being aggressive towards him. “You’ve been gone for two weeks no so much as a damn phone call, we all though you and Matt were dead.” He shook his head. “Then you come barging in her in the middle of the fucking night, what’s wrong with you.’ He hissed. “Kylie and Gracie are gone. They went to a party at Bryan’s and never came back, Bryan said Gracie flipped shit and took off and Kylie went with her, that was last weekend.” He shrugged.

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Gracie was sober and she hated it. Her skin itched and she was irritable as she smoked her cigarette and flipped through one of the magazines from the stack. Frankie had brought her. She had to admit, as much as she wanted to hate Frankie for what he’d done all he’d done was take care of her. He’d gotten her to eat and smile and laugh, she felt like she’d hadn’t laughed since she’d been with Matt. She sighed as she took a drag off her cigarette. Her bruises were healed for the most part and she gained her weight back. She looked normal again and less like a skeleton.

She heard the door open and glanced up smirking when she saw Frankie come in. He held up an expensive looking floor length dress that looked like it was straight off the red carpet. The dress was strapless, white, and it shimmer in the light, there was a slit all the way up the leg. Gracie stood up and grabbed the sides of it looking it over. It was beautiful.

“You like it?” he asked and she glanced up and nodded before her eyes moved back to the dress. “It’s yours, for tonight.” He said walking past her and laying it on her bed, before turning back around and pulling her close, kissing her gently and she couldn’t help but moan and melt into the kiss it felt incredible. Nothing like Matt, she’d all but forced herself to forget the taste of matt’s lips on her and replaced them with Frankie’s and Louie’s though she preferred Frankie. Eventually he pulled away, but she kept her eyes on him.

“What’s the occasion, basement prom? How romantic.” She teased and Frankie laughed.

“Close babe, but no cigar.” He sighed. “They’re having a fancy yacht and by them I mean Bryan, Peter, and Louie.” He rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s going to be there and apparently you’re playing Louie’s girl for the night. You should be honored. He must really like you.”

“Frankie, I wanna go with you.” She breathed. He held her eyes for a moment, before wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her forehead, she closed her eyes taking in the moment. “I know babe, but you don’t belong to me. I should have never bought you that night, I’m sorry Gracie.” He whispered making her shiver. “Now let’s go get you ready.” He smirked as he grabbed the dress and led her out of the room she’d been locked in.

He led her upstairs and into a huge mansion, it was beautiful. She’d only seen house that nice in a Better Homes and Garden’s Magazine. It was definitely a drug lord’s house and Gracie would never admit it, but she could get used to living with Louie if that was the kind of life he lived.

“Fuck, if you’d have shown me this part of the house, I wouldn’t have tried to run away.” She smirked wickedly.
Frankie led her up to what she assumed was Louie’s hug bathroom and into his bathroom, that was stalked with a shit load of make-up different perfumes and a collection of heels, like he’d bought it all to make her look like she was worth a billion dollars. After she showered she felt a like herself, refreshed.

“where did he get all this shit?” she called from the bathroom as she slipped on her bra and underwear followed by the dress. “I mean, he couldn’t have just bought it for tonight, who the hell does the guy want to impress?” she asked as she lined her gray-blue eyes with thick black liner.

“He’s had three wives.” Frankie called back. “He killed two of them and the other one left him.” Frankie explained like it was no big deal. “Most of its left over shit, he’s actually a decent guy when he’s sober. He treats his girls good unless they piss him off.” Gracie raised a brow with a smirk, suddenly realize just how much she could really get out of Louie just by doing what he wanted.

“Right.” Gracie smirked, paining her lips with dark red lips stick. She curled her long hair in big loose curls before slipping on a pair of diamond earrings. She looked over herself in the full length mirror, she honestly didn’t recognize herself, she was she’d ever looked that incredibly stunning.

“This however, he bought just for you.” Frankie said coming up behind her and putting a diamond chocker around her neck. Gracie’s hand went to it looking it over in the mirror, suddenly liking Louie a little too much. “It’s all real diamonds.” Frankie said kissing her neck.

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"And you believed that shit Marshall?" Tyler heard Matt behind him and he sighed letting his brother go. "Fuck, you and I both know where they are Ty."

Tyler knew exactly what had happened to the girls, he just fucking hated himself for thinking that Bryan wouldn’t sell kylie too. He was pissed and he’d have to tell Matt that he knew, that way when shit went down, Matt wouldn’t get distracted when Bryan tried to turn the tables and put all the blame on him. Tyler just wished that Matt wouldn’t have heard, so that he could have gotten all three of the girls back and cleaned up the mess himself. He knew Matt would completely flip when he found out it wasn’t just Gracie and Kylie, but Chelsea too.

“Marshall get your shit, wake up Bunny.” He ordered. “You gotta help me.” He said, before heading down stairs after Matt. He managed to grabbed Matt and spin him quickly to face him.

“Listen Matt. This is my fault.” Tyler said being honest, he’d never been very good and beating around the bush. Tyler had never been one to make excuses for his mistakes. He was a man about it and took full responsibilities for his actions no matter the price. “Bryan set you up and I was a part of it.” He sighed running his fingers through his Mohawk. “I did it to protect Kylie and you know you would have done the same fucking thing to protect Gracie, but I was stupid to think he wouldn’t sell Ky too, I’m not asking you to forgive me because I don’t deserve it.” He said holding his friends eyes. “But, we make a good team and you know you can’t bring Bryan down by yourself and if we do this we can’t just bust in their guns blazing, we have to play his game and beat him at it.” He explained.

“He sold Chels to.” He swallowed hard knowing that would kill Matt. “Matt, we have to be smart about this, for the girls. Or he’ll kill us and there’s no saving them. I know you pissed right now and I want to shoot Bryan right between the fucking eyes, but he’s gotta know that were both going to be pissed and he’ll be ready for it.” He said his voice slightly shaky hoping that he could talk Matty into actually coming up with a plan instead of busting down Bryan’s doors and then turning the gun on Tyler too, even though Tyler was well aware he deserved it.

“What he won’t be ready for is if we play along and pretend we don’t give a shit. There all getting together tomorrow night, in LA for a Yacht party, they’ll all be there and we have to get Bryan to take us with him. You can bet your ass whoever he sold the girls to will be there showing them off.” He said honestly. “What do you say?”

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Gracie knew that she loved Matt deep down, but she’d convinced herself with the help of Louie and Frankie that he didn’t love her and he never had. They had video proof that he’d sold her to Frankie, what more did she need. She glared at herself in the mirror as Frankie kissed along her neck. She’d made her mind up then and there that she’d win Louie over and marry him. He was rich, powerful, and handsome. He’d treat her good and buy her whatever she wanted as long as she fucked him and she could live with that. He was nothing like Matt and that’s what she liked most about him. Then when she had Louie, she’d kill him. How hard could it be?

“I gotta go.” Frankie breathed against her neck. “You look beautiful Gracie, I wish I was taking you tonight.” He said before slipping out of the room. She slipped into a pair of stilettos. She made her way out of the bedroom and down the staircase just as Louis was coming into the house, dressed in a white suit that looked more expensive than her dress, if that was possible. Cigar hanging from between his fingertips, she immediately caught his attainting. He narrowed his eyes, like he didn’t recognize her before he smirked.

“Gracie?” he said walking halfway up the stairs to where she stood. “Hell if I have known you cleaned up this good, I’d have let you out of their sooner.” He said backing her up against the staircases banister. He ran his free hand along the side of her dress slowly and due to the thin tight fabric she could feel his touch perfectly making her shiver. He lend in close kissing her lips, in a way that Matt had never kissed her. She couldn’t even explain it if she tried, even though there was no heat between them, he made heat and the kiss made her weak in the knees. She felt nothing, yet she couldn’t help but fall all over him after he kissed her like that.

“You not my property tonight.” He breathed against her lips. “Your my girl, you deserve the best and that’s what I’m going to give to you.” He said kissing along her jawline and she was at a loss for words. “As far as most of these people know, you’re my girlfriend and were going to keep it that way.” He said pulling away and holding her eyes, she nodded understanding.

“Right.” She smirked collecting her composure. She laced her fingers with his and pulled his lips back to hers and kissed him hard, the kiss was so convincing that they were actually a normal couple that she let herself believe it for the moment. “But, don’t expect me to fall at your feet if your eyes drift to some other girl.” She teased as they headed down the stairs.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that babe.” He said kissing her cheek and it was scary how well they actually fit together.

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Matt didn’t answer, before Tyler could dodge what he already knew was coming, Matt punched him so hard in the face that he hit the ground. Tyler was used to getting into fights, only he wasn’t used to someone over powering him. Tyler and Matt were both dangerous when they were pissed and an actual fight between them would probably end in both of them dying. Tyler smirked as he glanced up to Mat shaking his fist. Matt had hit him so hard he’d dislocated his jaw and Tyler simply popped in back into place wincing as he did.

"You deserve a hell of a lot more than that for being such a dumbass." he spat before helping him up and Tyler smirked rubbing his jaw. "But you're right. We're a good team and I need you. you say this party takes place?" He sighed slipping his gun away.

“Fuck Matt. I need my face you know. Hit me below the face next time.” He teased. “The party is tomorr…” he was cut off by his phone vibrating violently in his pocket. He pulled it out looking at the screen. “Speech of the devil.” he smirk, flashing his phone in Matt’s direction so he could read Bryan’s name on the screen.

He answered the phone putting it on speaker so Matt could hear everything. “You dip wads finally back?” Bryan spat and Matt rolled his eyes. “I give you one simple task and it takes you twice the time it should?” He lectured them.

“Yeah, well it wasn’t exactly the easiest job Bry.” Tyler spat. “So, you wanna tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is? I thought we had a deal man. Kylie’s safe and you sell Gracie and Chels.” Tyler said, already playing Bryan’s game.

“Yeah, about that. You tell Matt yet?” Bryan said completely avoiding the topic. “I was planning on breaking it to him at the party tomorrow, of course your girls will be there. But they’re not yours anymore.” Tyler could literally hear him through the phone.

“Good, I was fucking sick of Kylie’s shit and Matt was going to kill Gracie anyways. He told me on the way down to LA. So you kind of did us a favor. Although if we’re going to this party, were going to need clothes and dates. I’ll take Bunny. Matt wants Bonnie, you think you can swing that?” the phone was silent for a minute.

“Yeah I guess.” Bryan sounded confused that they weren’t yelling at him. “Parties tomorrow night, be here early, I got you guys a few tuxes and I’ll get the girls some dresses. See you boys tomorrow.” With that the line went dead.

“I fucking hate that guy.” Tyler spat. “Let’s get going, the sooner we get there the better. Will pop a few Valium and let Marsh drive while we sleep.” He said simply.

Tyler slipped upstairs, packing his bags, before him, Bunny, and Marsh headed to the car waiting for Matt. Once they were back on the road, Tyler popped a few sleeping pills, he was going to need all the rest he could get, he was still healing from getting shot and he knew his jaw would be sore tomorrow. He was just glad he’d been able to calm Matt down. He was going to have to mentally prepare himself to see Kylie with some rich asshole, who would probably treat her better than he ever had. It would be a chore trying to convince her that he hadn’t left her, but it was going to be nearly impossible, because he knew they’d been feeding her lie after lie for the past two weeks.

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