I gave a disappointed sigh. Again, against my better judgement, I decided to spare her. “Easy to be tough when you rape a bound, helpless female, huh, Scarface?”
He stilled, the atmosphere charged with electrified tension. His shark eyes flicked over his shoulder to narrow on my relaxed posture.
“She’s a hooker. It isn’t rape.”
I smirked. “And how will you pay for her? In pennies? It’s not her fault you can’t get a girl on your own. She shouldn’t be punished because no one would choose you of their own free will.”
Suppressed snickers came from all directions. He shoved her to the floor and towered over me, his sadistic smile gleaming with fury.
“I don’t have to fucking pay when I can fucking take it.”
He grabbed onto the rope binding my hands and hauled me towards the back room instead. Lily brought her knees to her chest, purple eyes boring into mine, her aura both equally thankful and terrified for me. To ease her worry, I winked as I was yanked past, her mouth dropping open at my jovial gesture.
Before we turned the corner, Scarface called out to his second-in-command. “Come and join me, Cole. Let this be an initial down payment for what I owe you.”
Cole shifted his dick in his pants. It was already hard at the display. With one man holding my wrists and the other holding my ankles, I swung between them as they carried me to their doom.
They bound my hands high to a pull-up bar that lined the far wall of a dingy office. My stiletto heels were long gone, my toes swinging loose several inches above the ground, muscles screaming from the unnatural position.
Scarface sat on the edge of a basic wooden desk that was on the opposite side, his full attention on my hanging frame. “The perfect view. Hurry the fuck up, Cole. She’s a fighter, this one, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her.”
A piercing scream vibrated through the walls and the two guards laughed. “Looks like we’re not the only ones having fun,” Cole said as he approached me with unadulterated lust gleaming in his beady eyes.
My face remained impassive as he halted before me. Dropping his pants to the floor, he palmed his short, fat cock in slow, purposeful strokes. This asshole had the audacity to smirk, as if it was something to brag about.
His movements stalled when a deafening roar shook the foundations.
My name. August had screamed my name.
Scarface bounced from the desk with a frustrated grunt. “I’ll check it out. You better be finished by the time I get back.”
Cole was too far gone to even notice or care as Scarface left the room, his hand beating faster as his eyes roamed over my body. As soon as the door was closed, I kicked out my leg, my foot whipping clean across his face.
I chuckled. “Put that sad excuse of a dick away and run for your life…while you still have one.”
He growled, holding the red mark that was already staining his cheek. “You fucking bitch!” Discarding his weapons on the desk, he shook out his arms, as if preparing for a boxing match. “My friends like the feel of a blade, how it slices into the skin, the give of a woman’s flesh parting under their knife’s edge.” He repeatedly flexed and unflexed his fists. “Me? I like breaking them in with my hands, moulding a body to my own desires. I can’t wait to mould you, my little doll.”
He swung a right hook, but before his fist could connect I pushed off the wall at my back and swung in a twisted formation. His punch went wide as my thighs locked around the back of his head, tightening and constricting his neck. Cole thrashed with the ire of a caged lion, his hands digging into my legs as they choked the air from his lungs, attempting to separate my feet as they crossed at the ankles, digging into his chest. My wrists chafed raw above my head, taking the brunt of our weight. I welcomed the pain, welcomed the ache.
His movements eventually slowed, his actions laboured. Not long now.
Our soundless suffering battle had us both facing the closed door as it smashed open, denting the wall into which it slammed.
Love glowed from every pore in my body as August and Spencer crowded the threshold. One looked like the devil himself, the other a faultless saint. No matter their appearance, both were sent straight from the pits of hell to save me.
Chapter 29Psycho
Idrove into the rundown gas station, which housed a secret entrance into the Caverns. Limited on time, we’d hijacked a generic hatchback from a random side street.
Memory served me well as I pulled into the car wash out back, entered the elaborate code into the keypad and wound my driver’s window shut.
Spencer seized the passenger seat next to me, post an epic tantrum. Tanner and Emerson huddled in the back, the former kissing his knees, the latter squished tightly to the side.
I smirked in the rear-view mirror, where Emerson glared and lifted a middle finger, her lips moving. I couldn’t catch the words, but I’m sure she was cussing me out.
Tanner shifted, his knee pressing through the cheap upholstery, digging into my spine. “Oops, sorry. No room back here, you know,” he said, his tone filled with mirth. Fucking bastard.
Lighting a cigarette, my knee bounced as the car wash started up.
“Can’t you crack the fucking window?” Emerson piped. I pointed to the water jet that lowered in front of the windscreen, which preceded to douse the car exterior.
“What’s the red tattoo on your cheek for?” I asked her. “Why do they call you Meek?” She definitely looked it, until she opened that foul mouth. Spencer laughed, but didn’t say anything.
Before Emerson could answer, Tanner raised a hand to stop her and chuckled. “I want him to find out on his own.”
Ash fell from the tip of my smoke onto the overlay of Spencer’s dress that lapsed over the centre console.
She shrieked, arms flapping like mad. “This is vintage!”
I waved a hand, smoke drifting to the roof. “I’m adding to the aesthetic.” Her eyes narrowed into slits, a snake coiled ready to strike, until I revealed a packet of liquorice I spied in the side-door compartment. Her whole demeanour laxed as she snatched it from my hands, shoving the end down her gob.
“That shit’s going to kill you one day,” I said. She scoffed, pointedly eyeing the cigarette hanging from my own mouth. “Why the outfit?”
She smoothed a hand over the puffy bottom. “Beautiful, right?”
I coughed. “It’s…bright. What if someone sees you?”
