Chapter 138: Please Wake Up, We Need You

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

I didn't complain when they showered together this morning and fucked some more in the shower. I don't know who fucked who, because I was glad they had each other to be with while I couldn't handle my mate. I honestly needed my period to come so I would have a break, but I had another week before it was due.

"Hungry, baby girl?" Donald asked from the driver's seat, pulling me out of my thoughts. Justin looked back at me, smiled, and I shook my head.

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

"Too bad they got to you before I did, we would have had a lot of fun… M."

I read the message over and over until my hands began to shake. I didn't know which one it was, but I 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 I wasn't familiar with. He never used my name like that, so I knew it was serious. I schooled my features, squeezing my hands tight to keep them from shaking, and I met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Just one of the children from Maryland having a hard time adjusting to the new nanny," I lied. Why did I lie? I know; I don't want them getting hurt because of me. His gaze lingered on me like he knew what I just said was bullshit, but he just nodded, returning his gaze back to the road. My phone buzzed again.

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

I tried to calm myself by breathing; we were almost home, and then we would have our security and be safe. Then I would tell them about the text.

"What the hell!!" Donald gasped a second before we were hit hard from behind. My head whipped forward at the impact, and the seatbelt cut into me as it stopped my body from flying forward. I felt the wind knocked out of me.

"Shit, hold on," Donald grunted as we picked up speed.

"Fuck, are you okay?" he asked. I groaned out a response, my heart beating fast. I felt movement as Justin got into the back seat and buckled in next to me.

"Justin, call Matt, they didn't get hit by accident," he said sharply.

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

"Justin," I called; my voice sounded muffled against the ringing in my ear, and there was no response. "Donald?" I called, but no response as well.

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

"Please, wake up," I cried, feeling his pulse; he was alive.

"Donald, please wake up!" I screamed, my hearing coming back more. He groaned, but that was it.

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

"Hold on, baby," I sobbed.

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

"Someone, please help!" I cried out as I turned back to Justin, who now seemed more alert.

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

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

"Amelia!" he yelled before I heard the sound of him being hit and a grunt.

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

"Stop fighting me, bitch. I am much stronger than you." I froze; the voice sending panic through me.

It was Mark, and I 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. I saw the glint of something in his hands as he lunged for Justin again, and I screamed. But Justin seemed unalarmed as he dodged what I 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. I didn't know he could fight, if you could call it that, but even with this crazy man restraining me, I found it incredibly hot. Justin started walking towards us, and Mark violently pushed me towards him, who had to slow to catch me so that I didn't fall into more glass.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking me over, and I nodded. He pressed a deep kiss to my lips before pulling me back.

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

Worry shot through me, but I pushed it down as I 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," I said and felt him for superficial injuries. I coughed on the smoke that was starting to billow out even more. I was going to have to drag him out; flames ignited from the back of the car, and I screamed, frantically reaching for his seatbelt. I knew a car explosion was unlikely, but a car fire was deadly. His seatbelt was jammed.

"Tuck!" I screamed. "Donald, please," I cried, shaking him.

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

Without a moment to brace myself, my leg was pulled back, and I lost my balance, falling face-first into the glass-covered ground. My head hit the concrete, causing everything to go black.