The long awaited "conclusion" to Sins of Our Fathers. I apologize, dear readers, and fans for the long delay. For those of you who haven't read the previous chapters -- this does not stand alone. I'd go back and read what came before it. I had a time figuring out where I wanted everyone to land at the end. I chose to leave this a little open, but I hope it won't disappoint. Thanks for sticking with me -- for waiting for this to be released -- and for reading and enjoying thus far. This is a bit long, but I wanted to do Riley justice.
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6 Months Earlier
He sat quietly in his office. Thinking. He picked up the cellphone on his desk and re-read the text message. He paused again to think. Is this the man he wanted to become? Was this the man he already was? He re-read the text message for the fifth time. He put the phone face down on his desk, and picked up his office phone and dialed.
It rang three times before there was an answer.
"Hello?"
"Ben! John McClaren -- how the hell are you?"
"Wow, John! I'm great. How are you? It's almost been a year since I've heard from you. How are things in New York? Staying busy?"
John pauses and clears his throat. "Yeah, um... really busy actually." He takes a deep breath. "Ben, that's why I'm calling. I could use some help. I'd like to put in for a transfer for you."
There was a long pause on the other line. Then a deep breath. "John, that is really generous of you, but, Riley is going to be starting her senior year and, I just don't think I can do that to her."
"Ben, we almost have enough for a case against Gavin." He waits to hear Ben's response, but Ben is just silent on the other end of the phone. John closes his eyes and says what he knows he needs to say. "Think of how proud your father would be. Please Ben, at least consider it."
Ben takes a deep breath. "Yeah, okay. Let me talk to Riley tonight and I'll... I'll call you tomorrow okay?"
"Great. That sounds great. I'll talk to you then." John hangs up the phone. He rubs his chin, and looks back at the phone on his desk. He picks it up. He sends a message. "Okay," it reads. "He'll come."
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Present Day
Riley tossed and turned in her sleep. Her eyes shut tightly, but shaking back and forth in her head. Her sleep was wracked with nightmares.
Riley ran. She was fast. So fast. Most would not be able to outrun her, and yet in this moment her legs felt heavy, and she was slow. She couldn't pick up her speed no matter how hard she tried. Sneakered shoes hit the pavement, as she tried to sprint through shockingly empty New York City streets. It wasn't long before strong arms grabbed her. Her voice felt trapped in her throat and she was unable to scream. The arms pulled her into a small crevice between two buildings, pressing her back against a cold brick wall. She stared deep into Gavin's eyes, panting, unsure if it was the run or the fear that had her out of breath.
"Did you think you could outrun me, Riley?" Gavin asked her. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?" She couldn't speak. Tears just ran down her cheeks. "I knew you missed me, sweetheart." He gently licked them off of her face. Riley stood there paralyzed. "I didn't have enough," he told her. "I will never have enough of you."
He reached his hands inside her jeans. He didn't need to hold her. Although every fiber of her being told her to fight, she was just stuck. She felt his fingers probing at her, a sick feeling rising in her stomach. "It's never going to be over, Riley," he told her. He pushed her pants down, lifting one leg, hooking it around his waist. "You're mine." And then he was inside her. Thrusting and pushing her into the brick wall. Her eyes locked on his as she watched him move inside her. She felt each thrust, unable to do anything to stop it. The brick scratched her back as he took her, raw, animal, hard, deep. She blinked her eyes and when she opened them again it was not Gavin who was inside of her, but Logan.
He smiled. "Just close your eyes and think of him as me, Riley. That's really what you wanted all along isn't it?"
Riley woke up, startled, panting. She sat up in bed and ran her hands through her hair. For a moment she thought about calling for Ben, but she didn't want to worry him. She lay back down, thinking how real it almost felt -- how she could almost still feel him inside of her. She pulled the blankets up close around her neck, and rolled over on her side, trying to rest. It didn't take long for her to fall back asleep. The mental exhaustion took its toll and she was sleeping soundly now.
She did not hear him come in. He entered the room slowly, opening the door, and tiptoeing inside without making a sound. He watches her for a moment, crouched next to her bed. She looks so peaceful, he hates to disturb her. He lightly rests his hand on her shoulder. She stirs. He rubs it gently and she turns over slightly. "Ben?" she questions, a bit groggy.
It only takes her a minute to register that it isn't Ben. She starts to scream, and a rough hand clamps down over her mouth. For a moment she wonder if this is another dream, but yet, the feel of that hand on her mouth is just too real. She stares into Gavin's deep blue eyes. She breathes heavily, almost hyperventilating.
"Shh, shh, shh," he tells her. Gently running the back of his hand against her cheek.
The shock of it all hits her at once. She can't speak. She can barely breathe. She certainly can't fight him. "Oh, Riley , did I take all the fight out of you?"
He removes his hand from her mouth, and having guessed correctly, she stays quiet. He grabs her roughly, under the chin, using his whole hand to hold her face, as he pushes her into the bed. Using his other hand he pulls down the blankets, ripping them away from her body.
"No! No! No! Don't!"
Tears roll down her cheeks as she just stares at him. He wipes them from her eyes, and drops, a hand down, sliding it down to gently massage her breasts. She gasps. He leans in to whisper in her ear. "No, that's not for now." Riley whimpers. "Remember how hot it was when I let your boyfriend watch?" Riley tries to pull away from him. "I bet it's going to be even hotter when I let your brother watch."
That does it. She screams and shoves him as hard as she can. "No!" He literally does not move.
He laughs at her. "God you're so fucking hot when you fight." Gavin reaches down and pulls her up, throwing her over his shoulder as if she was weightless.
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As they move down the stairs, Riley can't help but feel like she's either going to die, or be tortured. Gavin puts her down as he enters the living room, holding onto her arm. Ben is passed out in an armchair, his hands tied behind him. Matt is sitting on the floor, bleeding from his head and out of it. His hands and ankles are both tied. Clearly there had been a struggle. Gavin shoves Riley onto the couch and she stumbles before sitting down.
"Now it's a party."
Chase turns to her. "Nice to see you again, sweetheart."
Matt is awake. He looks at her tear stained face, and the red fingerprints on her cheeks from where Gavin grabbed her. "Are you okay?" he asks her. Riley opens her mouth to speak, but Gavin cuts her off.
"She's fine. Relax," Gavin tells him. "We're old friends now."
Riley stares at Matt, trying not to cry, but silently pleading with him to help her. Matt just shakes his head hoping she understands. Riley turns her attention back to Chase and Gavin. "Why are you here? Why can't you just leave us alone?"
Gavin sits down next to her on the couch. He reaches out to touch her gently and she shrinks back. He plays with a loose strand of her hair. "Where would the fun in that be?"
Riley slaps his hand away. "Keep your fucking hands off of me!"
Without missing a beat, Gavin reaches out and pulls her into his lap, grabbing and twisting her breast. "I'm sorry what was that?" Riley moans in pain.
"Nothing. I'm sorry. It was nothing." She tries to pull his hand away from her. Tears well in her eyes. "Please let go.!" Gavin squeezes harder and she screams again.
"Jesus, Gavin! You made your point! Leave her alone."
Gavin lets go of Riley and stands and walks over towards Matt. He smacks him in the face with the back of his gun, cutting open his cheek. Riley is panting on the couch. "I don't think I invited your opinion, Matt."
"What the fuck is with your infatuation with her?"
"You're alive as a courtesy. I could end that right now."
