Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance (2 page)

My eyes widened faster than my mouth clamped
shut. There was no way I could finish that sentence. My dad could have been a
baker if he wasn’t going to prison, but that’s not the kind of thing you say to
a man enjoying his last days of freedom. We knew the authorities had put a
warrant out for his arrest, and he was probably going to be apprehended any day
now. But we really had no idea when. It could be next week or maybe a few
months from now. The wheels of justice turn slowly, after all
.
I sat down at the table next to him,
not sure what to say or do to break the awkward silence.

Eli took a deep breath and furrowed his brow.
Even now, with sadness written across his face, he looked like the man of my
dreams. I put my hand on top of his much larger one, enjoying the warmth of his
skin. He put another rough hand on top of mine, dwarfing it, and we sat there
not talking for a while. I could tell he was trying to gather his thoughts, to
tell me something important.

I wished there was something I could do to help
relieve his pain. Some way I could please him, to be closer to Eli and give him
something to remember me by.

A certain thought crossed my mind. I had always
loved Eli as a daughter, but I was no longer a little girl. I was a woman. I
felt a tightening in my tummy and a stirring between my legs. I tried to pinch
my thighs together, but that only heightened the sensation.

I was eighteen years old, and I had never given
myself to a man. If anyone was going to usher me into womanhood, why shouldn’t
it be the man I loved most?

But we were running out of time to be together.
Maybe I was a bad girl for wanting what I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t care. I
imagined Eli’s cock stirring in his trousers, and it drove me wild. I wanted to
know what he tasted like, to feel him inside of me.

Every inch of him.

“Avery,” Eli said. “You have no idea how proud
of you I am today.”

His expression darkened.

“I wish I could provide for your college
education like I had always planned. I am so sorry that I won’t be there for
you any more. You are the most important thing in the world to me, and I hate
this. I really hate it that I can’t take care of my own precious little girl.”

“There, there, Daddy,” I said, caressing his
arm. “Everything will be okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll get scholarships. And I will
always be your little girl, no matter what happens.”

I climbed into Eli’s lap and wrapped my arms
around his waist. My face was buried in his firm chest. I could feel his
heartbeat and smell his familiar scent. He put his arms around me and held me
tight. I had never felt closer to him than at that moment.

I nearly gasped when I felt a hard bump pushing
against my ass. I repositioned myself in Eli’s lap, enjoying the pressure of
his manhood as it pressing on my most sensitive spot. Without even realizing
it, I had begun to grind my ass into his crotch, making him harder and harder.
A gentle moan escaped my lips.

“Avery,” my stepfather said. His voice was
ragged and full of emotion. “Avery, we can’t.”

His words said one thing, but the bulge in his
trousers was shouting something entirely different. I knew it was wrong to want
my own stepdad this much, but I couldn’t help myself. And if I didn’t act now,
I would lose my opportunity forever.

I grabbed Eli’s ears and practically pulled my
face up to his. His chin was scratchy against mine as my lips nuzzled my
stepfather’s mouth, grazing his lips with soft kisses. After a moment his mouth
parted and he kissed me in return, faintly at first but with gathering passion.
His tongue dipped deliciously into my mouth as his firm hands grasped at my
back, pulling me closer.

I felt heat welling up inside me. I was grinding
against his stiff manhood, but I wanted more. I wanted Eli to fill me up and
fuck me. When Eli kissed my neck, I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

Eli growled. He pulled back and stared at me
with wild eyes that were full of lust.

“Fuck, I can’t control myself with you, Avery,”
he said. “Are you sure this is what you want? If we go any further, I don’t
think I can hold back.”

My stepfather was so turned on right now. It
made me incredibly horny to know I had that kind of power over him. My body was
aching to be filled by his manhood. My mouth found his, and he kissed me with
such passion I could scarcely breathe. The hard little nubs of my nipples were
pressing against my bra so hard they hurt.

Eli slid his hands down my back and groped my
round little ass. I moaned, my entire body trembling with anticipation. Then,
as if coming to me through a dream, I heard a pounding noise outside the front
door.

Wait, a pounding noise?

Before I even knew what was happening, the door
smashed in. Splinters were flying everywhere. Within seconds
we
were surrounded by a half dozen men in masks and dark uniforms
. Their
guns were drawn and aimed at us.

“Hands where we can see ’
em
,”
one of the SWAT team officers barked.

We both complied. An officer jerked me off my
stepfather’s lap.

“Eli Rutherford,” the officer continued, “you
are under arrest for the murder of Patricia
Willingsby
Rutherford.”

I began to cry as a different officer violently
grabbed my stepfather’s arms and shoved them behind his back, handcuffing him
and escorting him out the front door. It was entirely unnecessary to break down
our door like that. Eli wasn’t the type to run from the law.
At
least, not at the time.

A portly cop patted Eli on the back. “Say
goodbye to freedom, pal. You might never see the inside of this big old place
again.”

Eli twisted his head even as he was being led
down the walkway and around the fountain in front of our mansion. I was
standing on the front steps, my hand over my mouth. Before the police officers
managed to load him into the back of a squad car, I heard Eli’s voice call out
to me.

“I love you, Avery. I love you so much.”

And then he was gone.

But that was half a year ago. Tonight, we were
going to be reunited. And this time I was never letting go.

3.

I crouched in the shadows next to the razor-wire
fence, praying not to be noticed by any of the snipers positioned in towers at
each corner of the prison yard.

“Come on,” I whispered through my teeth. “Hurry
up, Eli.”

It was a moonless night, and I had changed into
a dark T-shirt, jeans and running shoes. I heard a harsh creaking sound,
followed by a grinding screech of metal on metal. The noise was coming from a
small grate mounted to the brick wall, maybe fifteen or twenty feet off the
ground.

I heard the noise again and cursed under my
breath. He was being too loud.
Much too loud.
After
one more noise the grate fell to the dirt with a thud. I flinched at the sound,
looking around to see any movement from the guard towers. Nothing. Thank God.

When Eli’s head stuck out of the opening where
the grate had been, I smiled. That was my cue, so I got to work. I had brought
a pair of wire-cutters to snip a hole in the fence. I positioned a piece of
chainlink
between the scissor blades of the wire-cutters
and pushed the handles together. It was harder to cut than I expected, and I
had to really push to clip through the heavy-gauge wire.

I looked up and saw a rope of some kind being
lowered out of the empty space in the wall. Then Eli and another man were
shimmying down. It was all happening too soon! I had only clipped the fence in
a few places. Eli spotted me. He ran forward, his body crouched as low to the
ground as he could get. The other inmate was following right on his heels.

From a guard tower near another part of the
prison yard, a spotlight beamed down. The light panned across the grounds,
steadily moving closer.

“Faster, Avery!” Eli said. “It’s now or never.”

“I’m trying!”

My hands were hurting as I fumbled with the
cutters. The spotlight beam was moving closer. Eli grabbed the
chainlink
in frustration.

“
Gimme
that!”

He took the cutters and snipped furiously. By
now the slit in the fence was wide enough for a small child to crawl through.

It was too late. The spotlight was nearly here.
Eli had no choice but to push
himself
through the tiny
opening. He handed the cutters to the other inmate. I glanced at the strange
man but didn’t get a good look at his
face,
I was so
preoccupied with breaking my stepdad free.

Eli stuck his hands through the opening, then
his head. He had to wiggle to get his broad shoulders through, stretching the
wire and pushing the hole wider with his body. He grimaced as the sharp tips of
the wire dug into his skin and tore gashes in his prisoner jumpsuit. The orange
fabric was shredded as Eli willed himself through the tiny hole.

Even in the shadows I could see that he was
bleeding badly.

The spotlight passed overhead, briefly
illuminating us. The other man was only halfway through the fence. Eli grabbed
his wrists and yanked. The inmate roared with pain as the sharp wire tips cut
into him. Eli pulled him through, and they both tumbled to the ground. After
passing by, the spotlight suddenly darted back, blinding me. A siren wailed.

“Run!” Eli shouted.

He grabbed my hand and we sprinted across an
open field, moving as quickly as we could toward a stand of trees a hundred
yards away. The other inmate was faster and was soon a step ahead of us. I
heard a rifle shot echo from one of the guard towers, followed by the sound of
lead shot spattering the ground at our heels. They were shooting at us! We ran
faster as the bullets landed closer and closer. Eli gasped and lurched forward.
I screamed.

“Are you hit?”

“I’m fine! Keep moving!”

We reached the woods and slowed our pace only
slightly as our eyes adjusted to the darkness. The forest was filled with brush
and low limbs. We scurried through like mice in a maze, ducking branches and
tearing through barbed vines that nearly caused me to trip and fall. Men were
shouting, and dogs were barking in the distance.

We came to the narrow blacktop road where I had
left our getaway car behind a pile of brush. Eli and the other man threw away
the brush while I jumped behind the wheel. In the rearview mirror I saw the
faint light of approaching headlights, far in the distance.

“I’m driving,” Eli said.

“No time to switch,” I said. “Get in and buckle
up!”

Eli and the other inmate turned back and saw the
fast-approaching headlights. Then we heard the sirens. The men jumped in, and I
mashed on the gas pedal.

I tore down the blacktop road, skidding at
turns, trying desperately to put some distance between our car and whoever was
following us. Then I rounded a corner too quickly, lost control, and we
flipped.

We went rolling down a steep hill, not stopping
until we reached the valley below. Somehow, our car landed upright. My neck was
aching from whiplash, and some broken glass from the windows had cut my
shoulder. But it was a miracle I was not more badly hurt. I turned to the
passenger seat and saw Eli grinning at me.

“Well, that’s one way to stick a landing,” he
said.

“You were wearing your seatbelt?” I asked,
feeling incredulous and relieved. “See, it pays to do what I say.”

“Mostly it pays to not trust your driving.”

We heard a groan and looked at the backseat. The
other man had been thrown to the floorboard. It was the first time I was able to
get a good look at him. Just like Eli’s clothing, the man’s orange jumpsuit was
in tatters. He had greasy hair, a full beard, and a hollow look in his eyes
that sent shivers down my spine. The tattoo on his forehead did nothing to
improve his looks.

“Burke,” my stepdad said. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” he muttered.

Eli chuckled.

“Let’s get you out of there. We need to get a
move on. It won’t take long for the guards to find the skid marks where we took
our little plunge down the hill.”

Eli turned and grinned at me again, then tousled
my hair. For a moment it seemed like old times, and I was still my daddy’s
little girl.

“Hot damn. I’m a free man thanks to you, Avery,”
he said. “God, it feels good to say that.”

4.

Eli was slightly less thrilled only seconds
later, when we realized the car trunk was so smashed and crumpled we were
unable to pop it open. The trunk was filled with our getaway
supplies—changes of clothing and shoes, guns and ammo, and a whole lot of
peanut-butter
snack crackers. I had carefully packed
them all, along with a first-aid kit and other necessities.

Eli looked around, trying to think of a way to
open the trunk. Just then from the road we heard cars slamming on their brakes,
then men’s voices filling the night air. We ran into the woods. We ran and ran,
until we were beyond exhausted, with no thoughts but our own survival.

Hours passed. I was so tired, I couldn’t tell
you anything about them.

The next thing I knew, I was stirring from a
fitful sleep. The air was cold, and the ground was hard. I could hear the slow
drip of water, and I felt that my head was resting in Eli’s lap. I opened my
eyes, and reality set in. To my surprise, this wasn’t a dream. We were hiding
in a cave we had stumbled upon in the middle of the night. I looked up at Eli,
and he smiled at me while caressing my hair. His jumpsuit was torn down the
middle, exposing the hard planes of his chest.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked.

“Like a girl in a cave,” I replied. “How about
you?”

“Wasn’t tired.
Gimme
a
couple hours, though, and I might grab a little
shut eye
.
We’ll hole up here till after dark, when it’s safer to leave.”

Burke spoke from the other side the cave. His
gruff voice startled me. I had forgotten about his unwanted presence.

“I say we take off now,” he said. “Put some
distance between us and them.”

Eli’s eyes narrowed.

“No one’s forcing you to stay here, Burke. You
can go on your own way at any time you please.”

Burke grunted irritably but averted his eyes. He
wasn’t going anywhere. I watched in disgust as he picked his nose. The man
examined his finger, studying the extracted contents of his nasal cavity. Then
his tongue darted from his mouth, like a frog, and he licked his finger clean.

My stomach turned. What an ugly man. Burke
glanced at me and caught me looking at him. He gave me an evil sneer as his
eyes raked down my body, gazing at my tits. I immediately crossed my arms to
shield them from view. Burke clucked his tongue and looked away, staring blankly
at the sky beyond the mouth of the cave.

We hid there for a long time in the shadows,
watching the sun on its journey through the sky. Despite the unwanted presence
of Burke, it felt good to be with Eli again. I had missed him. I had missed us.

Eli was a brave and stoic man, but I could tell
he was trying not to let on that he was in a good deal of pain. One of Eli’s
sleeves was so badly torn I went ahead and ripped it all the way off, then
pressed the fabric against his more troubling cuts until they stopped bleeding.
There were a few tiny pieces of lead that had gotten lodged in Eli’s leg when
the prison guards were firing at us, but I didn’t have any way to dig them out.

“It’s fine,” Eli assured me. “I already forgot
about ’
em
.”

In the morning we heard the long-distance hum of
helicopters overhead, and the occasional siren in the distance. I held my
breath each time, hoping for the noise to pass and praying we would not be
discovered. By the afternoon, we had waited through hours of silence. At dusk
Eli was feeling antsy.

“Let’s have a look around, Burke,” he said.

“I want to come,” I protested.

Eli gave me a serious look.

“You’re staying right here.”

It wasn’t fair, not at all, but I did as Eli
instructed. Eli peered out of the cave, looking right and left, then silently
eased outside. Burke followed closely behind.

The cave was on the side of a steep hill. I
heard the faint crunch of the men’s feet on the loose rocks and gravel, but
soon there was no sound other than birds chirping and the slow drip of spring
water oozing from the cave ceiling.

It was nearly nightfall, and dark shadows were
spreading across the cave. I heard a couple of pebbles cascading down the hill.
I froze. Then I saw Burke at the entrance. An evil grin spread across his face.
He was missing a couple of teeth, and the others were rotten.

“All alone, little girl?”

“Fuck you,” I said, trying to sound tough. “One
step closer and I’ll scream.”

Burke pretended to pout, as though my threat had
hurt his feelings.

“You don’t want to make no loud noises, girl.
These hills are crawling with the law. You want them to find us? Find your old
man? Shit, they’ll lock him up faster than you can say boo. Next time there
will be no escape.”

Burke shook his head sadly.

“That would just be awful for good old Eli.
Here, let me sit down for a second. You and I need to talk about something.”

Burke took a step to enter the cave. I
instinctively pulled back, my body pressed against the damp cave wall.

“There, there,” Burke said. Both his hands were
in front of him, like he was trying to calm a frightened animal. “We’re
gonna
have ourselves a nice little chat is all.”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him,
clamping a hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. I struggled to break free,
but he was too strong.

“You realize the last time I got a piece of
ass?” Burke muttered.
“Wasn’t nowhere near as pretty as you
are.
Quiet down. You’re making this harder than it’s got to be.”

He placed his hand over my mouth, and I sank my
teeth into the tender meat of his palm. He yanked his hand away, and I belted
out half of a scream before his knuckles crashed into my cheek.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, pawing at my
T-shirt.

“My daddy will kill you,” I said between ragged
sobs.

“
Naw
,” Burke replied.
“We got just enough time to have us a little fun. A real quick fuck is all I
want.”

The man tugged at the button and zipper of my
blue jeans. I tried to push away his hands, but it was no use. He pulled down
my jeans and panties in one swift motion, exposing my sex to him.

“No!” I cried, trying to roll away. “Stop!”

Burke pinned my back to the rocky floor as he
fumbled with the zipper of his jumpsuit. His rubbery cock flopped out. It was
discolored and rimmed by a wiry nest of pubic hair. He was licking his lips and
staring at the crevice between my legs. Then he squeezed one of my breasts as
he stroked himself to hardness.

I couldn’t stop crying. I was terrified, and I
just wanted it to be over.

Out of nowhere, I saw Eli’s face. He was standing
right behind Burke’s shoulder. He lifted a huge rock above his head.

My eyes widened, and Burke turned to see what I
was looking at. That very moment, Eli slammed the rock against Burke’s
forehead. My assailant’s eyes crossed and he slumped over, his semi-erect penis
flopping to one side. Eli pounced on him and smashed the rock against Burke’s
head again and again, crushing his skull.

It was a level of horrific violence I had never
seen in my stepfather. The sound of crunching bone was brutal, and I wanted to
gag. But Eli had saved me.

When he was sure Burke could never hurt me
again, Eli’s rage was replaced with concern as he turned his attention to me.
He wrapped me in his arms and held my trembling body, rocking me and stroking
my hair as he helped me to calm down.

“Did he hurt you?” Eli asked.

“No,” I said.

He took my chin in his hand and turned my face,
examining the bruise that Burke’s knuckles had left on my cheek. Eli’s
shoulders were trembling with the remnants of his anger.

“That bastard hit you,” he said.

“It doesn’t hurt,” I lied. “I’ll be fine, I
promise.”

“No one lays a finger on my little girl.”

I smiled weakly, knowing my stepdad was there to
protect me. Eli looked at the bruise,
then
politely
locked eyes with mine as he helped me pull on my panties and jeans, which had
bunched around my left ankle.

When I was fully dressed, Eli glanced at Burke.
Blood was congealing around the dead man’s head.

“We have to go,” he said. “Now.”