The Bet 2: Dark Secrets

By: Fox Almasy

Ch. 11

Say Goodbye

The rating has gone up because of this chapter. There is a rape scene so if you are not comfortable with that you can skip it. I've marked the beginning and end of that scene so feel free to just jump over it. Enjoy and R and R please.

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Benji sank down onto the couch and leaned his head back. Riley's birthday party had finally ended and now only Naomi and Brad were still there. He felt so tired, like he hadn't had a good nights sleep in weeks. Sitting up with as groan, Benji watched Riley as she played with the twins. They stared at her with big blue eyes and brown hair sticking up in every direction. Naomi couldn't ever get it to actually lay flat.

Wesley crawled to Riley as she held out a toy for him. Small gurgling noises slipped from his mouth as he took the toy and stuck it into his mouth. Riley smiled and pulled the baby onto her lap and hugged him close to her. Benji looked over his shoulder as Brad emerged from the kitchen and sat next to him. He looked worn out and stressed and he probably felt the same, if not worse than Benji did. Benji knew there was something on Brad's mind, and he had a pretty good idea what it was.

"So what's wrong?" Brad's piercing gaze jumped to Benji before sighing and letting his head fall back against the couch.

"Things have been really stressful for me. I can't leave the house without worry about Naomi and the twins."

"I know something needs to be done, but I think you need to relax a little. We'll figure out something later."

"You're probably right."

"About what?" both men turned to look at Naomi as she walked out of the kitchen and studied their faces.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Brad was quick to respond and watched Naomi step around the couch. Before anything could be said though. A knock came from the door. Benji looked over his shoulder and stared at the door. He wasn't expecting anyone and something told him not to answer it. He went against his better judgment though and stood up and walked across the room. Before he even touched the knob though, the door banged open and hit Benji in the face. It sent him falling to the floor. Warm blood spurted from his nose and Naomi quickly sent Riley into her room with the twins.

Brad stepped in front of Naomi and neither of them could see Benji from where they stood. They were both worried, but didn't dare to move as the two intruders stepped into the apartment and shut the door. They were dressed in black and were holding guns that had silencers attached to them. Naomi felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she quickly pressed herself into Brad's back.

"Who the hell are you?" Brad's voice was surprisingly calm as he stared at the men without blinking.

"Sarah says it's time for you to go. Oh but don't worry the other two will share the same fate." Brad took a step forward, but stopped when the first man raised his gun. His hair was dark brown and a long scar ran from his brow to his chin. His eyes were dull and grey and stubble lined his jaw. The second seemed much younger with black hair and fierce green eyes. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his frame. His hair was black and slightly shaggy and fell into his eyes. Scar looked back at his comrade and motioned toward the direction Riley had gone.

"Go find the children. Make sure they're alright Tracer." Tracer nodded and disappeared down the hall. Naomi moved toward him, but stopped when the man with the scar aimed his gun at her. Scar grinned and walked around Benji from where he lay on the floor, still gripping his nose, which was gushing with blood. "I really hate to do this, but a job is a job." he aimed his gun at Benji, but before the trigger could be pulled, Brad lurched forward and tackled him against the wall.

The gun slipped from the man's hand, but he quickly recovered and shoved his weight against Brad and sent them stumbling to the floor. They landed next to the gun and before Brad could grab it, scar wrapped his fingers around it and quickly pulled the trigger. Brad pushed the gun away and the bullet shot into the back of the couch.

Naomi watched wide eyed before hurry over to Benji and helping him sit up. Their attention was drawn to the hall where Tracer reemerged carrying Wesley. Riley was in front of him with Wade and his gun was pointed at the poor girl's head.

"That's enough." Brad stopped fighting scar and stared at the man that now held his son. "Malcolm you alright?" Malcolm grunted and he stood up and tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans. Turning his head he spit out blood before glaring down at Brad and sending a swift kick into his ribs.

"You know we may not have hurt the kids, but because of that crap you pulled they'll probably be joining you."

"Don't touch them!" Grey eyes shifted over to Naomi before glaring.

"Shut your mouth!" immediately Wesley began to cry and squirm in Tracer's arms. Frowning, the man motioned for Riley to move to the couch and set Wesley down with her. Stepping back he made sure to keep the gun on her as he looked up at Malcolm. "Now we're not going to kill you right away. We figured we'll give you some time to think about what you've done. Go sit on the couch." Brad slowly stood and helped Benji to his feet.

"Can I please get him something for his nose?" Malcolm looked at Naomi and back at Benji.

"Fine, Tracer go with her." the younger man nodded and followed into the kitchen. Naomi's mind began to work as she dug through a drawer and pulled out a dish towel. She took her time wetting the fabric before turning back to Tracer. She needed to find a way to get his gun.

"Hurry up." he motioned with the gun and Naomi didn't argue as she slipped past him and back into the living room. She sat next to Benji and pressed the towel to his face. He replaced her hand with his own and kept his head back against the couch. Riley stared at him worriedly as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Take the woman and the kids to the room at the end of the hall and don't let them out until I come get you." Tracer stood up and nodded. He motioned for Naomi to get the twins and for her and Riley to get up.

"Come on Riley." Naomi whispered as she picked up Wesley. Riley nodded and lifted Wade into her arms and followed closely behind Naomi as they walked down the hall to Benji's room. Tracer followed in after them and shut the door. Riley stayed behind Naomi, hugging Wade tightly to herself. Naomi stared at Tracer as he locked the door and tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans. He couldn't have been more then twenty four or so. How did someone so young get mixed up in this kind of business?

Naomi led Riley over to the bed and sat down on it, not taking her eyes from their attacker. He was watching her as well and stayed leaning against the door. His green gaze danced over her body before moving back to her face.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Don't take it too personally. It's just a job."

"How much are you being paid to torture us?"

"Two grand." he showed no emotion on his face as his gaze held hers. She didn't know what he was thinking or what they had planned, but she had to do something, she just didn't know what. Naomi glanced at Riley as she leaned against her and attempted to wipe away her tears. Naomi sent a fleeting look around the room before her gaze landed on the bathroom door.

"Riley why don't you go stay in the bathroom with the twins alright?" Naomi stood and followed the little girl to the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?" Naomi whirled and pinned Tracer with a glare.

"They don't need to stay in here with you! Don't you think you've traumatized her enough?" he didn't reply and Naomi followed Riley into the bathroom. "Stay in here and lock the door alright? Don't come out until I come get you." Riley nodded and locked the door as Naomi shut it. Tracer watched her walk back to the bed before stepping away from the door. Naomi gazed at him cautiously as he made his way around the room. His green eyes flicked over the walls and the bedside table where a picture of Riley stood. He picked it up, his slender fingers tracing the outline of the girls face. He set it back down and ran his hand quickly through his hair. His bangs immediately fell back into his eyes as his hand came away and fell back down to his side.

"Look I really am sorry that we have to do this, but its our job. It's what we're good at."

"Do you enjoy this? Basically you're a hit man, do you enjoy killing innocent people?"

"It's not about enjoying it, I need the money."

"Then why can't you do something else? Get a real job?"

"Because I don't even have a high school diploma and I'm sorry but fast food just doesn't cut it for me."

"You're a bastard." Tracer smirked and stepped closer to Naomi and gripped her chin in his hand. Naomi didn't move as his eyes searched her face. She could feel his breath on her face as he stared into her eyes. "Let go of me." she was surprised by her composure. She couldn't panic she had to keep thinking. Tracer grinned and leaned in a little closer.

"Ah come on. I mean you're going to die anyway why not have a little fun before you go?"

"You're disgusting." she slapped his hand away from her face and glared at him as he shrugged and walked across the room to stare out the window.

"Well if you change your mind, the offer is on the table." Naomi quickly scanned the bedroom and stopped on the small set of weights in the corner. She glanced back at Tracer before quietly making her way over to the weights. She kept her eyes on Tracer as she bent and grabbed one of the short bars that didn't have any weights on it.

She sat back down on the bed and hid the bar against her leg. Naomi could feel the panic in her chest, but did her best to calm her frayed nerves. She was going to be so glad once this was all over.

"You know maybe you're right." her voice flowed from her in a low husky whisper that sent a shiver down Tracer's back as he looked over his shoulder at the woman on the bed. A smug grin crossed his features as he turned away from the window and let his eyes travel her body. Adrenaline raced through his blood system as he stepped closer to the bed.

"Glad you see it my way." Naomi gripped the hidden bar tightly in her hand as she let a seductive grin grace her features. Her skin prickled as his hand encircled her upper arm and his face leaned down to hers. She swallowed the bile that threatened to come as his lips roughly covered hers. She pretended to like it and stood up, placing her hand on his chest. His hand snaked around her waist and before he could react, she pushed him back and swung the bar into the side of his head.

It connected with his skull and filled the room with a sickening crack. He dropped to the ground with a loud thump and Naomi let the bar slip from her hand. She stared at the body at her feet, knowing he wasn't dead, and bent to retrieve the gun from the waist of his jeans. Her hands were shaking and it took her a moment to try and get them to stop.

Her lips were dry and her heart was beating so fast she thought it might rip out of her chest. The gun was cold in her hands and she did her best to not think about what she was prepared to do. Flicking the safety off, Naomi opened the bedroom door and slipped into the hallway.

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Brad glowered at the man in front of him. He wanted nothing more then to add another scar to accompany the first one on his face. But that gun was pointed on them and he didn't want to risk Benji's safety or the others, after all this was mainly Brad's fault for not wanting to comply with Sarah's wishes.

If looks could kill the man would have dropped dead the instant he stepped through the door, but unfortunately looks didn't kill and this man was very much alive. He paced in front of the couch, tapping the gun against his jaw before his grey eyes snapped to the side and stared at them.

"Why must you be so stubborn? It wouldn't have come to this if you have just done what was asked of you."

"We're not going to let some bitch tell us what to do!"

"Shut up! Did I say you could talk?" he stopped walking and turned his body towards them. His eyes moved from Benji's bloody nose, to Brad's icy glare. "I wonder how Tracer is doing back there. I think when I'm done with you two I'll let him have his way with your wife how does that sound? Or maybe he already is?" before he finished speaking Brad pushed himself up, but Malcolm was quicker and his finger pulled the trigger. The bullet shot through the air and pierced the flesh on Brad's shoulder and sent him back onto the couch.

"Son of a bitch!" he gripped his shoulder and gritted his teeth as blood seeped through his fingers and down his arm. The pain was immense and it was soon fogging Brad's head. It felt like a hot iron had been stabbed into his arm. Malcolm smirked, watching Brad sit in agony.

"Now I suggest you behave or I'll have to shoot you again." to emphasize his point he pressed the gun to Brad's forehead and grinned maliciously. Brad stared at him, seemingly unfazed, but inside it felt like his heart was in the middle of a war. It pounded so hard against his chest that it hurt. Small beads of sweat formed on his brow and finally the gun was pulled away.

"P-put the gun down!" all three men turned to stare at Naomi where she stood in the entrance to the hallway with the gun raised to Malcolm's head. Her hands were shaky, but her eyes were cold and hard. Brad quickly looked her over and was relieved to see that she was for what he could tell, unharmed.

"Where's Tracer?"

"He's taking a short nap now put the gun down."

"You won't shoot me, you don't have the guts."

"Don't push me!" Malcolm's attention was fully on Naomi. Ignoring the pain, Brad shot up from the couch and plowed into Malcolm's side. They fell against the wall and the gun Malcolm was holding fell to the ground. Growling deep in his throat, Malcolm jammed his thumb into the bullet wound on Brad's shoulder.

"God damn it!" Brad stumbled away and grasped his shoulder. Naomi panicked as she watched Brad bend over and hang onto his arm. She couldn't shoot Malcolm because Brad was in the way. Malcolm bent to pick up the gun, and Brad launched at him again. The gun disappeared in between the two and then they stopped all at once. Naomi's heart jumped up into her throat as blood dripped down onto the carpet. Then slowly Brad fell to his knees and his hands shot to his stomach as he collapsed onto his back.

"Brad!" with shaky hands Naomi lifted the gun and pulled the trigger three times. The bullets lodged themselves into Malcolm's chest and he crumbled to the floor beside Brad. Naomi dropped the gun as Benji rushed to Brad's side and pressed his hand against his stomach. "Brad!" Naomi took a step towards him, but screamed as an arm snaked around her throat.

Brad stared up at the ceiling with half lidded eyes. The pain had been so enormous and he could taste blood in his mouth. He could hear Naomi say his name, but her voice was muffled and Benji's face was blurry before him. His eyes shifted in the direction Naomi was in and could barely make out that the other attacker had her by the throat. Then everything was black.

"Let her go!" Benji quickly got to his feet and stared at Tracer. Brad was passed out and he didn't look good. His skin was cold and clammy and he had been shaking.

"What will you do if I don't?"

"Just let her go." Tracer only grinned and pushed Naomi roughly to the floor. The side of her face banged against the wall and she could feel blood trickle slowly down to her jaw. Benji shot himself at Tracer and managed to punch him in the face. Naomi crawled over to Brad's side and pressed her hands into the bullet wound in his stomach. Tears clung to her eyelashes and she was trembling all over.

"Oh God Brad." her head snapped up as Benji was thrown to the floor and three swift kicks were sent into his side. He rolled over, holding onto his side as a grotesque gurgling noise filled his lungs. Before Benji could defend himself, Tracer pulled him up by his shirt and punched him in the face. Benji collapsed onto the ground and lay their motionless.

Naomi's eyes widened in panic as Tracer crossed the room and hauled her up by her arm.

"Now you're going to pay for hitting me with that bar."

"Let go of me!"

"Oh I don't think so."

(AN. If you don't wish to read this part, I recommend skipping ahead)

He dragged her back down the hall and threw her onto Benji's bed. She tried to scoot away, but he grabbed her and began wrapping duct tape, that he had found, around her wrists and to the headboard. Naomi tried to get her legs up between her and Tracer, but he pressed himself against her body, pinning her to the bed.

Her wrists were hurting and it made her sick to feel his hands on her. His fingers were cold as they slipped under her tank top and up her sides. She tried to push him off, but her efforts were futile. His lips were on hers forcefully and she could feel his tongue brushing against her lips. She whimpered as more tears slipped down her cheeks. His lips moved from hers and made a line down her neck, nipping at her skin till it was red.

"Please don't do this! Let me go!"

"Come on honey you might enjoy it." his smirk was uncaring as he pushed her shirt up and undid the clasps of her bra. His touch burned like an acid and Naomi had to keep herself from getting sick. His hands were everywhere, rough and unwelcoming. His mouth was on her chest and his hands grabbed her forcefully. "If I didn't know I would have never guessed you were a mom." she hated the sound of his voice.

"Fuck you!" she spat back. Her head snapped to the side as he hit her and pressed his fingers into her throat. Her lip split and a warm stream of blood ran down her chin. She could feel the side of her face swelling up and she could barely breath.

"You better watch your mouth if you want to see those two little brats of yours again." Naomi bit the inside of her cheek and squeezed her eyes shut as he moved his hands down and quickly unbuttoned her pants.

"Please don't." She pleaded. Her voice was tear filled, but he didn't care. Naomi had never felt so dirty before. She wanted nothing more then to be at her house with her sons and Brad. How had all of this happened? She swallowed the bile in her mouth and tried not to cry even as this man raped her. She wanted to go home.

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Benji groaned as his vision slowly cleared. His entire side felt as if it were on fire. Rolling over he pushed himself onto his knees and spit out blood. He tried to think of what had happened and sat up quickly as it all came back to him. That man had Naomi. Somehow he managed to stand and grabbed up one of the guns that had been dropped. He stumbled down the hall and pushed opened the door. The man had just finished buttoning his pants as he turned to face the door. Benji aimed and fired. The bullet pierced his skull and his green eyes went dull as he dropped to the ground.

Benji's eyes moved to Naomi and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. She was curled on her side, her arms tied over her head with tape. Her entire body was shaking as sobs raked through her body. Benji tossed the gun to the ground and hurried to the bed. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a pocket knife and began cutting her hands free.

As soon as the tape gave way she pulled her hands to her chest and held herself. Benji reached for the sheet on his bed and wrapped it around Naomi.

"Naomi I'm so sorry." he helped her sit up and tucked the blanket tighter around her. "I'm going to go call 911 alright I'll be right back." Naomi nodded, but didn't look up at him. As soon as Benji called 911 he called his mother and asked her to come as soon as she could. It took the ambulance ten minutes to get to the apartment and they were all rushed to the hospital where Brad was immediately sent to the ICU along with Naomi. Benji was sent to surgery to fix his punctured lung and Riley and the twins had to be watched by a nurse until Benji's mother arrived, which wouldn't be for another seven hours.

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Well here's another chapter. I'm going to try and get another up soon, because this story is almost finished. Sorry this is taking so long. Thanks for the review Phoenix07 I really appreciate it.

Audi!