An Unbreakable Addiction

Mia turned her head to avoid the man's touch, biting her lip before saying, "I'm Hunter Jasper's wife. You better think twice before laying a hand on me. Can you afford the consequences of messing with him?"

In this isolated, desolate place where no one would come to her aid, she had no choice but to drop Hunter's name. In this city, Hunter was feared like a vengeful king. Rumors of his ruthlessness and cold-blooded nature were well-known. Maybe these men would back off just at the mention of his name.

"Everyone in the city knows that Hunter and Jenna are a couple. No one has ever heard of Hunter being married! Stop playing games with us, sweetheart," the man sneered as he grabbed Mia's chin, forcing her to look up. A wicked grin spread across his face. "What's the hold-up? Are you just waiting for me to carry you into the car?"

Mia gritted her teeth. "I'm not lying. I really am Hunter's wife. If you don't believe me, I'll call him right now."

Inside, her heart pounded with uncertainty. Hunter had just left her in the middle of a fight and there was no guarantee he would pick up. In her desperation, Mia could only grit her teeth and go through with it. There was no other option but to gamble on this.

Go ahead, call him. We've got time," the man mocked, clearly disbelieving. He was confident Mia was bluffing, content to humor her and watch the show.

Mia pulled out her phone, hesitated as rain dripped onto the screen, then dialed Hunter's number. The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. Her fingers tightened around the phone as a wave of panic set in.

"Aren't you supposed to be his wife? Why isn't your husband answering?" The man's smug voice dripped with mockery.

"Damn, you almost had me fooled!"

"Enough of this. Get in the car. The sooner we finish, the sooner you can go home!" one of the ment growled, reaching out and grabbing her arm.

Mia recoiled in fear, pulling away as her sleeve ripped under the force. Cold rain hit her exposed skin, sending a chill through her body.

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watched her, his eyes gleamed with something darker, locking onto her pale, flawless skin. "Damn, that skin's soft and smooth. Bet she feels just as good as she looks," he muttered.

The man discarded the torn sleeve and grabbed Mia's arm with his rough hand, squeezing tightly.

Mia let out a sharp cry just as her phone suddenly connected.

A familiar voice, cold and unfeeling, came through the speaker. "Stop screaming. I'm not coming back for you."

Even though his words were harsh, Hunter had already made a U-turn, racing back toward her.

Mia swallowed her pride and pleaded, "Hunter, can you come get me, please?"

But before she could say more, the line went dead. The busy signal buzzed in her ear, echoing the emptiness she felt inside.

Her heart sank. Hunter had no patience for her. Yet, for Jenna, he was always attentive, answering every call and question with care. The contrast between how he treated the two women stung deep. That was the difference between love and indifference, she thought bitterly.

The man scoffed, watching her with disdain. "Hunter's foal wife in an award-winning international dancer What are you? Just a pretty-faced slut trying to pass as Mrs. Jasper? You're not even close."

The words hit Mia like a knife. She had been Hunter's wife for three years, yet no one knew. In everyone's eyes, Jenna was the real Mrs. Jasper. The thought made her heart ache with bitter irony.

"Why waste time talking in the rain? Just throw her in the car and be done with it!" The man with slicked-back hair walked over and grabbed Mia's arm.

Mia's expression was emotionless as she stared at him. "You do realize rape is a crime, right? You'll go to prison for this. Think carefully."

She had completely given up on Hunter, but she wasn't going to let her body be violated.

"Shut the hell up, you slut!" the man cursed, his voice full of venom.

Another man came over and, without hesitation, scooped Mia up, heading toward the parked car. "You idiots! Why waste time talking? Just get it done!"

Mia struggled desperately, but his grip only tightened around her, nearly suffocating her. Her face went pale as paper. Within moments, she was thrown into the car, and the man tore at her clothes, lunging on top of her.

Mia bit her lip hard and kicked him square in the stomach. As the man groaned in pain, she shoved him off and quickly scrambled out of the car.

"You slut! You dare kick me? I'll kill you!" he roared, grabbing her and dragging her back.

As they struggled, Mia's phone fell to the ground, screen shattered. Her clothes were torn, exposing her red lingerie under the glare of the headlights. "Red? Damn, that's hot!" one of the men sneered, licking his lips.

The other men started closing in.

Mia clutched her chest tightly, trying to cover herself. She felt a wave of terror and humiliation wash over

her.

In that moment, she hated Hunter deeply. If he had just listened to her on that call, maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way.

The men forced her back into the car, binding her upper body with a jacket, then started arguing over who would go first.

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"It's been ages since I've done this. I should get first dibs!"

Mia lay there, hearing every word, but she was too weak to fight anymore. If they violated her, she vowed

she would make sure every one of them rotted in jail.

After what felt like an eternity, they reached a decision. A scrawny man climbed into the car, starting to undress.

Mia glared at him with wide, defiant eyes.

Feeling unnerved, he slapped her hard across the face. "Slut! Close your eyes!"

Her head snapped to the side, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

He pinned her down, the stench of alcohol filling the air. Mia felt sick to her stomach. She wished she had a knife. At least she could end it herself to preserve her dignity. "She smells so good... so soft... so sexy!" the man groaned, his hands sliding from her face down to her collarbone, his eyes dark with lust.

Mia spat in his face. "I won't let you get away with this!"

Wiping his face angrily, he sneered, "You're dead meat anyway. Let's see how tough you are after I'm done with you!"

He reached for her skirt.

Mia's face drained of color, her eyes brimming with tears, her nose stinging as she fought back the urge to cry. Her heart sank in despair. If he violated her, the shame would haunt her for the rest of her life.