***Mak's POV***

I wake up with a knot in the pit of my stomach. No, it had nothing to do with the copious amounts of junk I consumed in The Magical Kingdom. Sweat beads my forehead and I can feel the encore of last nights dinner rising.

I swiftly jump from the bed and expel the contents of my enraged tummy.

I pant over the porcelain God. I lean my head against the plastic seat. My stomach trembles from the acid burning it's lining. I don't want to do this.

"Shhh. Baby, don't cry." Grey whispers. His hands rake through my dampened hair. I don't even realize I'm crying until he calls me on it. I lean back against Grey and throw my hands over my eyes.

"I'm scared." I whimper. Sniffles escape my shaking lips.

"I know, Baby. I know." Grey rocks us backwards and forwards.

"I can't do this." I cry.

"You don't have to. We will find some other way." Grey promises.

Just his offer has my stomach settling down.

"Let's take a shower and go meet the guys." Grey urges. He lifts me to my feet and starts the water. He peels my boxers off and then his own. He leads us into the shower and under the steaming stream of water.

His hands massage my shoulders and he washes my body in my soap. Then his hands make their way to my head where he washes my hair. The tingling of his fingertips gingerly digging into my scalp make me release a sigh of contentment.

"Relaxed?" Grey whispers next to my ear before kissing behind it.

"Mmhmm." I hum.

"Good." Grey kisses my lips and hastily washes his body. He grabs two towels and we go about getting ready for today.

In no time, we are standing before Mr. Martin. His presence does nothing to calm my frayed nerves. I repeatedly scrub my hands across my jeans. The sweat continues to build on my palms.

"I don't know Dad, he isn't okay." Grey announces.

"Son, can you give us a minute?" Mr. Martin requests. Grey nods, kisses my temple and the room empties.

"Come sit." Mr. Martin pats his hand on the leather sofa, on the seat beside him. I waste no time in following his directions.

"Mak, I know how scared you are. I really do. I understand. I wouldn't ask this of you, if I thought you were incapable. The truth is, we need you. For years we have chased this piece of shit. We followed him, traced his phone calls and bugged his office. Nothing. You are all we have." My. Martin scrubs his hand down his face. He looks at me with sincerity and his pleading eyes don't go unnoticed.

"I will do it. I'm just struggling." I confess.

"You are so much stronger than you realize." Mr. Martin encourages me.

"I can't see where you're coming from." I shrug.

"You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice. You have overcome so many obstacles. And here you are." Mr. Martin smiles at me. His eyes twinkle and I am mesmerized.

"You should be a motivational speaker." I chuckle.

"I am all I need to be when it comes to my family. Mak, you are my family. Don't let this bastard win. Let this be his final stand. Fight back." Mr. Martin urges.

I think for a few minutes. The past comes rushing thru my memories like a tidal wave. My emotions run thru me and I shiver. I turned in my own fucking parents. I struggled thru school with little money. I lived in a shit hole. I worked odd jobs. I studied my ass off. For what? If I let this dumpster fire win, it was all for nothing. I am better than that.

I stand up. I turn to Daddy Parker. I grab his hand and lead him towards me. Then I wrap my wimpy arms around his toned waist and bury my head in his chest.

"Thank you." I whisper into the fabric of his shirt.

"For what?" Mr. Martin kisses the crown of my head.

"For loving me." I nod into his abs.

"You're easy to love Mak. So easy." Mr. Martin hugs me tightly.

We break apart and he smiles. He drops his forehead to mine. "Let's get this bitch."

I first bump him and we walk out of his office.

"You okay?" Grey whispers. His hands cup my jaws and stares directly into my eyes.

"Yeah. I will be." I promise Grey as I nuzzle into his neck. He holds my head there and kisses my temple long and soothingly.

Mr. Martin helps Grey tape the wire down my shirt and they all attach weapons to themselves. I know the guns on their hips aren't just for show. One wrong one move and Carl becomes a wall mount.

We get into separate vehicles and everyone heads in the direction of the meeting place. It's a small park on the edge of town. I really don't like the nerves that dance in tight circles within the confides of my stomach. My knee bounces up and down. Grey drives the vehicle with one hand and attempts to soothe me by drawing circles on my leg with the other.

Even his touch doesn't completely do the job. I'm a wreck.

We pull up to the drop off and Grey grabs ahold of my face with his hands. He brings me closer and our lips touch. I kiss him briefly but pull away as I blink back the emotions stirring so near the top that I feel like I may overflow.

"We will all be alert and ready. I love you Mak." Grey promises.

"I love you Greyson." I whisper.

He squeezes my hand as my other one pushes the door open. I step out, inhale deeply and expel the nervous energy.

It will all be over soon.

Walking forward, I don't turn to look back. Carl needs to know I am completely alone and vulnerable. I can almost feel how excited such a thought will make him.

Disgusting.

I take a seat in the gazebo that is nestled in between a line of hedges around the perimeter. My heart beats rapidly. I focus on the sound of the birds chirping and the leaves that rustle within the trees surrounding the park. Under different circumstances, today would be beautiful. As it stands, I feel nothing comforting from the whispers of nature's breath.

My leg bounces. My foot tapping repeatedly against the hollow floor made from worn wood. I shift in my hard seat. The separate planks are nothing but uncomfortable.

I smell the familiar stench that accompanies my nightmares. Alcohol, sweat, lust and of course tobacco. My stomach lurches and I attempt not to show the weakness that is clawing inside of me. His breaths are shallow, wheezing and harsh. The years of cigars have most likely coated his lungs in the black tar of death.

Death could never be as painful for the pedophile as he would deserve.

I breathe slowly as I tap my fingertips together. I don't dare look the rat bastard in the eye. Instead my head stays forward, focusing on anything but the demon who is approaching.

"Oh my. Jackie." The son of a bitch purrs. He rolls my name off his tongue like a tiger on the prowl.

I don't respond. I sit up and glare straight forward.

"Just looking at you reminds me of the fun we had." Carl tilts his head back. He chuckles and I can see from the peripheral side view just how his large gut jumps up and down. It takes everything inside of me not to attack.

"Oh don't be that way. At least look at me." Carl whines. His voice drips with provocation.

I snap my head to the side and send him a snide look of malice and hatred.

"This is why I like 'em younger. Too much sass when you get your bearings." Carl chuckles throatily and rubs his hardened belly.

"You're a sick fuck." I spit at his feet. My head is throbbing under the intensity of our exchange.

"Don't I know." Carl guffaws. His spit flies thru the air as his smoker's coughs interrupts his self appreciation.

"Get to the point of this charade." I huff out. Every second in his presence is another minute in the shower, scouring the stench of filth from my skin.

"Now, now. Let's not rush. I'm rather enjoying myself." Carl breathes huskily as he waddles closer to my sitting form. He lowers his hefty body to the seat right beside me. His thick, fatty thigh rests against my smaller one. I consciously slide over to create distance.

"That makes one of us." I jeer.

"Damn, you're feisty. That could have been fun." Carl chuckles once again at his demented humor. I find no amusement in his words.

"Jackie. My favorite toy. I have missed you." Carl strokes his soft, chubby finger down the length of my jaw. Every hair on my body stands in full alert. I tighten my lips and will myself not to move. I'm okay. I'm in control.

"Let's take a walk. I promise to wrap up this meeting soon. Just a small walk." Carl coaxes. I feel anxious about moving a single step. But, I calmly remind myself if we go in the direction of my team I would be safer.

With that thought in mind, I stand and brush off the dirt from my back end. I slowly walk away from the sheltered gazebo. I peer from left to right, secretly. The park is rather abandoned. I suppose this is why he chose the small meeting place.

"You have turned into a handsome man. I'm proud of you." Carl talks distantly as if his pride is a gift.

"I don't need your approval." I shake my head.

"It's there regardless." Carl dismisses my hateful statement.

"Jackie, I need those files." Carl starts the true reason he has made this trip.

"I imagine you do." I reply. No malice, just a confirmation.

"This isn't funny. I have been nice. I am being nice. Hand me the files and we can act like we never knew one another." Carl demands. He turns to me and slides his hand into the pocket of his slacks. The material cinches around his waist. The pants are held up by his thick leather belt, the top edge has curled forward with the weight of his excess stomach laying upon it. His legs are dripping in material from not being custom fitted to his ample middle and undersized legs. He resembles the penguin character from Batman.

"I don't have them." I confess.

"Don't play stupid." Carl warns.

"Oh, really. I. Do. Not. Have. Them." I enunciate each word. "They were seized in my parent's case."

I look over and realize the news doesn't shock him, at all.

He knew that.

Suddenly, everything comes washing over me. The picture is clear. He knows I am not in possession of the files.

I turn to the left and right. Realizing we went in the opposite direction that I intended, I feel panicke rise. I turn to my right and start biting my thumb. I can't see or recognize anything. How long were we walking?

I see his shadow loom over my back before I feel his large hand grip my forearm.

"I know you don't have them. How else was I supposed to get your security team to let you come alone?" Carl whispers threateningly in my ear.

I gulp.

I feel something poking into my rib. Looking down, sweat starts forming in my eye brows. Help me.

The barrel of a pistol is pressed firmly in my side.

"What do you want?" I tremble the words out shakily.

"You." Carl purrs into my ear.

"Don't do this. Please." I whimper.

"Ah, yes. Those words I longed to hear for seven long years." Carl pulls me along side him and I have absolutely no choice but to go.

Where is everyone?

"If you're wondering where your security team went, we are out of range. They lost transmission a bit ago." Carl reaches down and yanks the wire out of my shirt. He throws it on the ground and stomps on it.

I twist and turn, looking around me frantically. I need help. There is no one in sight.

Carl stops at a dark SUV. He pins his fat body against me and licks the side of my neck.

"I can't wait to feel you again." Carl breathes down my neck.

I kick him in between the legs but I barely make purchase. The seam of his pants hangs to low due you the exponential size.

"That's what I want, show some fight. You will make my prize far more valuable." Carl presses the gun lightly into my hip as he rolls his hips towards me. They barely make a connection with mine. I'm pinned by his fat stomach.

"Carl, just let me go." I plead.

The fat fuck laughs at my begging. I feel myself crumbling. He inches his knee upwards and grazes the bottom of my sack with his round body part. I press closer to the truck trying to put any centimeter of space between our bodies.

"Now that you have some experience, this will be more pleasurable. I can't wait for you to wrap those luscious lips around my cock. Watch you squirm as you suck my seed from my sack. Oh, yesss." Carl growls.

The sound undoes me.

I inch my hand towards his hand that is holding the gun. He wraps his thick hand around my throat and begins squeezing. He puts his sweaty lips close to my own and breathes over my flesh. I gag.

My fingers grip his wrist holding the gun and I yank the limp appendage up and spin it around. I press it into his large gut. He chuckles as he feels the metal against his clothed flesh.

"What do you think you are doing? You can't possibly believe you will pull that trigger." Carl chuckles into my mouth and squeezes my throat tighter. His fingers meet each other as my throat constricts. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and sighs as the hot, thick, sticky muscle leaches into my mouth.

I squeeze my eyes shut and press my fingers down onto the warm metal of the gun. Slowly my hand clamps tighter. His hand squeezes tighter.

An exchange of pressure between both our bodies passes.

The air stills around my body as a loud, piercing bang reverberates thru the air.

My body collapses.