Chapter 138: Please Wake Up, We Need You

Amelia was exhausted from the ride home. She was younger than her men, but holy fuck, her sex drive was as high as theirs. She knew if she told them she needed a day or two break, they would understand, but she was nervous to do so. She was so fucking glad the idea of anal escaped Donald because she knew, for sure, she would be fucked in every sense of the word.

She hadn't complained when they showered together that morning and fucked even more in the shower. She didn't care who fucked whom; she was glad they had each other while she couldn't handle her mate. Honestly, she needed her period to come so she could have a break, but she had another week before it was due.

“Hungry, baby girl?” Donald asked from the driver’s seat, pulling her from her thoughts. Justin looked back at her, smiled, and she shook her head.

Justin looked at her a little too long, and she knew what he was thinking before he turned back, his mind on taking Donald’s hard cock. She let out a deep breath she didn’t even know she was holding. She berated herself for feeling this way, but she was sore. They were big men, and her pussy was sore and swollen from the amazing attention they'd given her. They had told her about Joanna, Griffin’s girlfriend, who was also in a polygamist relationship but with three men. Maybe she should ask her for some advice; they said she was around Amelia’s age, so that would be good. Her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number, making her take notice.

“Too bad they got to you before I did, we would have had a lot of fun… M.” She read the message over and over until her hands began to shake. She didn’t know which one it was, but she knew it was them; they knew about Donald and Justin. That wasn’t good; they could be in danger.

“What is wrong, Amelia?” Donald asked, his voice taking on a tone she wasn’t familiar with. He never used her name like that, so she knew it was serious. She schooled her features, squeezing her hands tight to keep them from shaking, and met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Just one of the children from Maryland having a hard time adjusting to the new nanny,” she lied. Why did she lie? She knew; she didn’t want them getting hurt because of her. His gaze lingered on her like he knew what she’d said was bullshit, but he just nodded, returning his gaze to the road. Her phone buzzed again.

“Tick tock, are your eyes on the clock… M.”

She tried to calm herself by breathing; they were almost home, and then they would have their security and be safe. Then she would tell them about the text.

“What the hell!!” Donald gasped a second before they were hit hard from behind. Her head whipped forward at the impact, and the seatbelt cut into her as it stopped her body from flying forward. She felt the wind knocked out of her.

“Shit, hold on,” Donald grunted as they picked up speed.

“Fuck, are you okay?” he asked. She managed a response, her heart beating fast. She felt movement as Justin moved to the back seat and buckled in next to her.

“Justin, call Matt; they didn’t get hit by accident,” Donald said sharply.

She collected herself, taking a deep breath and looking back at the large Ford truck hot on their heels. She couldn’t make out the faces, but she knew who it was, and tears sprang to her eyes. She turned to Justin, who was talking fast on the phone, and then to Donald, who was now going almost at the highest speed. She looked down at the GPS in the dashboard; it said they were only twenty minutes from home. She looked back at the truck a split second before a flash came from their window. In a second, they were spinning out of control, and she couldn’t breathe as they hit another car and began to flip. She felt Justin reach for her before he was thrown against the door. She squeezed her eyes shut, her head hitting the window and causing her ears to ring. She felt something warm cascading down the side of her face as the car finally rolled to a stop. She was hanging, so she knew they were upside down. She tried to open her eyes, but the pain in her head was so bad, and the ringing in her ears was almost deafening.

“Justin,” she called; her voice sounded muffled against the ringing in her ear, and there was no response. “Donald?” she called, but there was no response.

She forced her eyes open and looked in Justin’s direction; he was hanging upside down, blood dripping off his face. He was out cold; she heard sirens. Her hands shaking, she unbuckled her seatbelt, falling forward. She wiped the blood blocking her vision and crawled to the front; Donald was also hanging upside down, blood dripping from his nose.

“Please, wake up,” she cried, feeling his pulse; he was alive.

“Donald, please wake up!” she screamed, her hearing returning. He groaned, but that was it.

“Amelia?” It was Justin. She scrambled back to him. His eyes were open, but they were glazed over. He was most likely concussed.

“Hold on, baby,” she sobbed.

She tried the door, breathing out a relieved sob as it opened. She heard a helicopter overhead and prayed it was friendly. She crawled out of the door and onto the ground, which was covered in glass. She gasped in pain as glass cut through her hands, but she had to keep going; smoke was starting to come from the car, making her choke. She needed to get them out.

“Someone, please help!” she cried out as she turned back to Justin, who now seemed more alert.

“Can you move?” she asked, reaching around for his seatbelt, and he nodded. “You have to catch yourself because the car is upside down.” He nodded again, and she released the seatbelt. He caught himself more gracefully than she had and turned to face her.

Panic filled his eyes, and he reached for her a second before she was yanked away by her hair, making her cry out. He lunged out after her.

“Amelia!” he yelled before she heard the sound of him being hit and a grunt.

“Justin!” she screamed, reaching up to the hand that had a death grip on her hair and was dragging her through the glass. Someone blocked her sight. She dug her nails into it, and it loosened enough for her to pull away. She felt pain all over as she scooted away to get to her feet. She made it all but half a step before arms warped around her.

“Stop fighting me, bitch. I am much stronger than you.” She froze, the voice sending panic through her.

It was Mark, and she looked up and saw Matthew fighting Justin, who seemed to have gotten some of his strength back and was now outside the car on his feet. Matthew was a few inches shorter than him but was extremely muscular. She saw the glint of something in his hands as he lunged for Justin again, and she screamed. But Justin didn’t seem alarmed as he dodged what she guessed was a knife. He elbowed Matthew in the neck before turning and punching him in the face, causing him to hit his head on the side of the open door and fall to the ground. Mark tensed as Justin turned, murder in his eyes. She didn’t know he could fight, if you could call it that, but even with this crazy man restraining her, she found it incredibly hot. Justin started walking towards them, and Mark violently pushed her towards him, who had to slow to catch her so that she didn’t fall into more glass.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking her over, and she nodded. He pressed a deep kiss to her lips before pulling her back.

“Try to wake Donald; that smoke is concerning. I am going to catch that motherfucker.” She nodded again, accepting another kiss before he sprinted after Mark.

Worry shot through her, but she pushed it down as she went over to Donald’s door and opened it. He seemed to be slightly more conscious than before but not fully.

“Donald, we need you. Please wake up,” she said and felt him for superficial injuries. She coughed on the smoke that was starting to billow out even more. She was going to have to drag him out; flames ignited from the back of the car, and she screamed, frantically reaching for his seatbelt. She knew a car explosion was unlikely, but a car fire was deadly. His seatbelt was jammed.

“Tuck!” she screamed. “Donald, please,” she cried, shaking him.

Unresponsive, she had to think; she needed to cut him out of his seat. She looked around at all the glass; she would probably end up cutting herself more than the seatbelt if she used that. Then she remembered the knife. She stood up, slowly backed away from the car, and the knife was a foot away from Matthew’s still body. She had to try. Shaking, she slowly walked towards him, taking slow deep breaths, and when she got to the knife, she slowly picked it up. It was big and looked sharp, almost like a hunting knife. She spared a glance at Matthew; he was unmoving. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and turned, slowly walking back to the front.

Without a moment to brace herself, her leg was pulled back, and she lost her balance, falling face-first into the glass-covered ground. Her head hitting the concrete, causing everything to go black.