Chapter 14
Hades
“Remind me to thank Cammie for picking flats for me to wear.”
Without slowing down or loosening my grip on Willow’s hand, I spare her a glance. She’s handling this whole riot thing pretty well, all things considered. I, on the other hand, am having to hold in my rage. K.C. fucking betrayed me, and one way or another, I’ll get revenge.
“What the hell are you muttering about?” I snap as we dodge the throngs of prisoners who are ‘free’.
“There’s no way I could’ve run like this in heels,” she bites out as if I should know that’s what she meant.
Maybe she’s not handling this as well as I thought.
“Hades!”
I skid to a stop, and Willow collides with my back. Very slowly, I turn around to face K.C., careful to remain between the two of them.
“So much for loyalty,” I sneer as K.C. and five of his goons stalk toward us, Wiley and Bones among them. “Thought you wanted out of this place, not a one-way ticket to Hell.”
“You weren’t gonna let me live once we were out,” he counters. “Figured I had to switch things up a bit.” He leans to the side as if trying to look around me at Willow. “Gotta say, knowing I can reward myself with pretty pussy after killing you is a nice surprise.”
Willow whimpers, and the sound slashes through my heart.
I’d gone into the meeting with her intent on pissing her off, so she'd leave and not get caught up in all this shit, but the moment I realized the riot started early and saw the fear in her eyes, all my protective instincts kicked into overdrive.
“I think I’ll keep her cunt for myself, thanks,” I sneer, and like the sex-starved man I am, my cock swells at the thought.
Now isn’t the fucking time… no pun intended.
Without warning, K.C. and his boys lunge forward, and despite my strength and resolve to keep her safe, Willow is torn away from me. Twisted bedsheets are tightly wrapped around me, securing my arms to my sides and hindering my ability to fight back.
Willow’s screams fade as she’s dragged down the hall and into a room. I struggle against my bindings and do my best to block the punches to my face. Blood pools in my mouth when my lips are split open, and I spit the crimson, copper-tasting liquid at K.C.
“You’ll fucking regret this,” I seethe.
“It’s three on one,” K.C. says conversationally as he shoves me toward the room where Willow and his men disappeared.
“I don’t like your odds.” When we reach the door, I see Willow is naked and cowering in the corner while Wiley and Bones stand over her with their dicks hanging out of their pants.
My cock hardens at the sight of her flawless body, but I ignore it, knowing it makes me a bastard.
“Not liking hers either.” He kicks me behind my knees, dropping me to the floor. “Dinner and a show for me, though.”
Unable to do anything but watch in horror, I follow K.C. as he stalks across the room, pushing his pants over his hips as he goes. He kicks his legs free, and when he’s directly in front of Willow, he yanks her head up by her hair and forces her mouth open with his free hand.
“C’mon, bitch. Suck it,” he orders, pulling her face forward until he’s hitting the back of her throat.
Gagging sounds mixed with muffled sobs fill my ears, and my vision blurs as fury roars through me.
I want to look away, but I refuse to let myself.
Someone needs to bear witness to what she’s going through so proper revenge can be sought.
Everything K.C. and his goons do to her, I’m going to do to them ten times over.
“Fuck, that’s good,” K.C. pants as he fucks her mouth.
“Don’t wear her out, boss,” Wiley says and begins stroking his dick.
“Yeah, we all want a piece,” Bones adds.
I continue to try to break free but am unsuccessful. When K.C. groans his release, spilling into her mouth, I double my efforts.
“Willow, look at me!” I shout, needing her attention on me, not on what is being done to her. “C’mon, Princess, focus on me, not them.”
As soon as K.C. pulls out, Willow turns her head and vomits. Her retching turns into dry heaving, and when she finally locks her eyes on mine, I see a fraction of the woman I first saw when I walked into that meeting room. They’re breaking her, and something tells me they’re just getting started.
K.C. backhands her and snarls, “Next time I fuck your face, try not to be such a prude and swallow.”
Blood trickles from Willow’s lip, and I imagine my hands around K.C.’s throat, squeezing until his goddamn head pops off.
“H-hades,” she pleads, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“H-h-h-hades, p-please s-save m-m-m-me,” Bones mocks. “There’s nothing he can do to save you. I mean, he couldn’t even save his piece of shit dad.” He swings his eyes to me and laughs. “Isn’t that right?”
I knew it. I knew he was the one who pulled the trigger.
It took forever to untangle the mess that was Bodybag’s execution because Bones killed him as a contract killer, not as the enemy of the club we knew him as.
I worked hard to form an alliance with K.C.
, knowing that Bones worked for him inside these walls, but it’s all backfiring in epically horrible fashion.
Wiley yanks Willow to her feet, spins her around to shove her face into the wall, and pins her arms above her head.
“Should I fuck your cunt or your ass?” he asks before licking her exposed cheek.
“You’re right, baby. It would be so much better if I fucked your ass while Bones fucks your cunt and K.C. stuffs your pretty mouth again.”
At his words, the two jackoffs holding me let go to yank their own meat sticks, and I take full advantage of their distracted state. With adrenaline fueling my rage, I surge to my feet, twisting and turning to free myself from the makeshift restraints.
I get free and lunge at Bones, landing a punch to his face.
He goes down, smacking his head on the floor and passing out cold.
Whirling around, I grab the back of K.C.
’s shirt as he’s trying to get away. I slam him against the wall next to Willow, ignoring the way her eyes widen at my actions.
I grip him by the hair and bash his head, over and over, until he slumps to the floor.
Then I focus on Wiley, who still has his filthy hands on my woman.
My woman?
I mentally vow to evaluate that thought later. Right now, I need to get her the fuck outta here.
Grabbing Wiley on either side of his face, I quickly twist his head until his neck snaps. At the same time as he falls lifeless to the floor, Willow’s knees buckle. I catch her and swing her into my arms.
She fights me at first, kicking and punching wildly, but I hold on tight until she finally settles. I look down at her and see that her eyes are closed even as tears continue to stream from beneath her lids.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” I tell her, my voice gruff. “I’m gonna get you out of here. I promise.”
Willow doesn’t respond, and I’m fine with that. With her clutched to me like an injured animal, I run out of the room and in the direction of the exit Levins was supposed to leave open for me to escape.
Hopefully not all of the plan went tits up.