“Why don’t you find out?”
“Or maybe, I just make you choke on my dick and fuck your mouth.”
Oh God.
Fear threatens to consume me, but I inhale a steady breath, forcing myself to calm down. Panicking will get me nowhere.
“You could… but then, I can’t touch you like this.”
Heat blazes in his eyes as I purr out the words, but it quickly clears as he grabs my hair again and wrenches my head backward. “You think you can seduce me like you did my stupid fucking cousin?”
Fuck.
Fuck!
His spare hand drops to his jeans and snaps his belt, tearing the button open.
“No, please,” I rush out, “don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want. Untie me and I’ll—”
“This’ll do,” he grunts, fisting his dick. “Open wide, princess. And don’t even think about biting or you won’t like what comes next.”
He shoves my head down and thrusts his hips forward until I’m face to face with his dick. Bile rushes up my throat as I buck against his hold. “You don’t want to do this,” I plead, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I don’t even realize he’s released my hair until I hear the tell-tale click of the safety and the barrel of the gun presses against my temple. “Open. Your. Fucking—”
The rumble of an engine reverberates through the warehouse and relief slams into me. I’d know that bike anywhere.
They’re here.
My guys are here.
3
Dane
"Rhett, no," I hiss, climbing off my bike and ripping my helmet off.
But it's too late. He's already dragged the door open and marched through it.
"Fucking hell."
Wes is out of the truck by the time I get to it. He stares at me with wide eyes, dried blood still caked on his face. But I can also sense that his need for vengeance is almost as strong as ours.
I have no idea what Wes’s deal is, but I have no doubt he's on our side here. Convincing Rhett of that, however, could be a little more challenging.
"Stay behind me," I demand, pulling my gun from my waistband and following in the direction Rhett went only seconds ago.
I don't give him a chance to respond. Instead, I take off.
But even still.
We're too late.
The single gunshot echoes through the silent night air around us and turns my blood to ice.
I storm through the door with my gun raised and Wes hot on my tail, my heart thundering in my chest as I refuse to allow myself to even consider the possibility of that bullet hitting either my brother or our girl.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I mutter when we round the corner and find Rhett standing over a body, blood oozing from the guy’s shoulder, and Rhett now pointing two guns at him.
"Wes," a soft, broken voice cries.
"Sadie," I breathe, following the voice and finding her tied to a chair, blood running down her chin but defiance fierce in her eyes.
Wes runs for her, dropping to his knees before her and going for her bindings.
"Here," I call, throwing my switchblade over to him.
"Stray," Rhett barks. "Two more went that way." He nods toward a door at the back of the space, and I take off.
The door crashes back against the wall as I fly through it, but the rumble of an engine in the distance tells me I'm too late. I race out into the parking lot as dust flies up behind a truck as they take off.
"We'll get you, motherfuckers," I mutter to myself. We'll never let anyone who hurts one of our own get away with it.
I'm about to rejoin the others when a pained groan sounds out from the darkness behind me. With my gun still raised, I edge closer.
"You stupid fucking cunt," I bark when a familiar, albeit bloody, face comes into view.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry,” Evan cries like a fucking pussy. “It wasn't meant to—"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole." Tucking my gun away, I reach down and grab Evan by his shirt, hauling him to his feet, not giving a fuck when he moans like a little bitch about the pain.
"Shut the fuck up or it's going to get a hell of a lot worse." I drag him back through to where the others are before unceremoniously throwing him at Rhett's feet. "They got away. But look who I did find."
"I'm sorr—"
Another gunshot silences Evan, but not before his eyes go wide in fear and he attempts to curl up into a ball.
"You really, really didn't think this through, did you?" Rhett mutters. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you both up."
Unrestrained anger oozes from every inch of Rhett's body. His eyes are so dark they're almost black and his body is trembling with his need to put a bullet through each of these assholes.
"Stray, line them up. I want to look them in the eyes when I end them."
He throws me some cable ties from his back pocket, but I don't move instantly. Instead, I look back at Sadie, my heart aching for her as I do.
She's curled up with Wes as he holds her, supports her.
Motherfucker.
That should be me.
"Stray," Rhett barks. His need for revenge and blood is too strong right now to focus on anything but ensuring that whoever these cunts are hear our message loud and clear.
"I'm on it."
Rolling Evan onto his front with my boot, I lean down and bind his wrists before hauling him against the wall in front of Rhett.
"Please, please don't do this. It wasn't meant—"
"Shut up," Rhett booms, his voice echoing off the bare walls around us.
I do the same to the other guy who is facedown on the concrete floor, blood still gushing from the bullet hole in his shoulder. He cries out in agony as I lift him and throw him against that same wall.
I take a step back from them, but not before I look into the guy's eyes. All the air rushes from my lungs as familiarity hits me. Although I have no fucking idea why, or who the cunt is.
He stares back at me, his face twisted in pain, but I swear to God I see the same recognition in his eyes.
"So you think it's okay to kidnap and tie up our girl, huh?" Rhett asks, his voice low and deadly, looking between the two of them. "Why?" he booms, startling both of them.
"I-I just wanted to—"
"Shut the fuck up, cous. You don't owe these cunts anything," the other guy barks.
"I want to get out of here alive," Evan whimpers as Rhett turns his gun on him. "Please. I'm sorry. I just wanted revenge from that night at the Arches. It wasn't meant to go this far.”
"Stray," Rhett demands, and, without so much as another word, I take a step forward and plant my foot into the asshole’s stomach.
He grunts, doubling over as he tries to breathe through the pain.
"Still think it was a good idea?" Rhett barks.
"Rhett, Dane, please don't," a quiet voice pleads from behind us.
"Let us do our job, princess," Rhett says without looking back at her.
Ripping my eyes from my brother, I look at Sadie, at the exhaustion and concern on her face. Wes holds her tighter, whispering something in her ear.