Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Chelsea
We were bundled into the back seat of a different SUV from the one which brought us here the night before. This was the kind with seating for seven. Two of Jones' henchmen sat in the rear two seats, behind Dallas, Jay and I, who sat in the middle. Atlas sat beside the driver.
I briefly glimpsed Nyla being pushed into a car in front of us, and Jones himself getting into a third.
In a convoy of an eventual five cars, we drove away from the small house, and back on the highway.
I couldn't help glancing roughly in the direction of Frost's property. Had anyone gone there yet? Had they found their bodies? Did they realise we weren't there, or did they assume we were dead too, incinerated into ash?
To be realistic, if anyone went there already, the debris would be too hot to uncover anything. That would have to wait for at least a day or two. They’d have to wait and search for our remains when the place cooled. Only then would they know we were gone.
If anyone went there at all. Chances were, they hadn't. No one would have started to miss us yet. If Sadie was still in Dusk Bay, she might have. But she wasn't, and everyone else was busy with their lives. Sooner or later, they'd figure it out, but by then it might be too late.
"I'm glad you didn't do that," Dallas whispered, breaking through my thoughts. "Suck his cock," he added a moment later. "I don't think I would have been able to stop myself from ripping him to pieces."
"Me too," Jay whispered. "That was— You would have done it if you had to, wouldn't you?"
"I'd do anything to get us out of there alive," I said. Even choking on his cock. Even letting him slam himself into my pussy. I'd hate every second of it, but I'd force a smile and think of my guys. They were my priority, nothing else.
"Fuck, Chels." Dallas' fingers tightened around my thigh. "This is bullshit."
"You really think she was working with us at all?
" Jay asked. “Nyla, I mean.” He seemed particularly uncomfortable, crowded against the door.
Trying to give himself some space. A couple of times I thought he might lose his shit, but he'd clung onto it for now.
He was tough as hell and I loved him for it.
I shook my head. "I don't know. I think so, but she has an angle of her own." Who the hell didn't? "I think she wants him gone, but she'll throw us under the bus to take care of herself."
"Yeah, I figured," Jay said. "She backpedalled pretty fast when he found out."
"Yeah, she did," I agreed. I was almost grateful they’d discovered what she did. If they hadn't, I'd have the taste of his cum in my mouth right now. Or the feel of it wet between my thighs.
I shuddered.
"I don't trust her," Dallas said. "She'll get us killed if we're not careful."
"Then we be careful," Jay said. "I don't trust her either. I believe her when she said what happened to her, but like Chels said, she's looking after herself."
"She's definitely doing that.” I sighed. Why wouldn't she? She had no reason to trust us either. We could just as easily turn on her if it suited us.
Honestly, if it did, I wasn't sure I'd hesitate. If— when —we got out of here, it might be by screwing her over. I hoped that wouldn't be the case, but if it was, that was what we'd do.
"Could we wait until the car slows down, and…" Dallas jerked his head towards the door beside him.
"Don't fucking try it," one of the minions growled from behind him. "The boss doesn't need you with knees."
His companion laughed as though that was actually funny. "He needs her with knees, so she can kneel in front of him."
"Bitch can kneel in front of me anytime," the first minion said.
"Which one?" the second asked. "This one, or Nyla?"
"Who cares?" the first responded. "A mouth is a mouth. I'd come down both of their throats."
I made a mental note that, if I got a chance, I would kill both of them first.
That thought was followed by the unfriendly reminder I'd never killed anyone. That might change, and it might change soon. If it had to happen, I couldn't hesitate. If I did, I'd be the dead one instead. Or my remaining guys would.
"I'm going to rip their fucking arms off," Dallas said in a harsh whisper.
"So am I," Jay said.
"Shhh," I urged. "Don't give them an excuse to do anything to you."
"You better listen to her," the first minion said. "Because we would take the excuse if it arose. Jones wouldn't give a shit if we killed you right now. The only thing he's interested in is her pussy."
"And her mouth," the second added. "I've lost track of the amount of woman I've seen blow him off. It was even consensual a time or two." He laughed.
"Yeah, his favourite thing is a woman on her knees." The first minion chuckled. "Come to think of it, it's mine too. Far as I'm concerned, that's where women belong."
How enlightened of them.
I rolled my eyes, knowing they couldn't see. The Crimson Vipers weren't known for being high up on the evolutionary scale. The best thing that could happen to them would be to have a woman in charge. She'd change a lot of things, starting with bullshit like this.
"I get the impression we hurt her feelings," one of them sneered.
He leaned forward until he was breathing down my neck.
"You might as well toughen up now, sweetheart.
None of us gives a shit about your feelings.
You're nothing but a body for Jones to fuck, and us when he's done with you.
Don't worry, that won't take long. He usually gets bored within a week or two.
At that point, I'll introduce you to my cock.
I'm going to fuck your mouth until you gag, and then fuck it some more.
If you're lucky, I might even do it while Eddie here fucks that pussy of yours.
Don't think any of this is a threat. It's a when, not an if.
We always get Jones' leftovers when he's done with them.
Eddie, how many times have you fucked Nyla? "
"I dunno. A shit ton," Eddie said. "I like it better when she fights back though. Like that last one."
The longer they spoke, the more my stomach turned. I wished I thought they were full of it, but I believed every word they said.
The Crimson Vipers had no respect for women. They bought and sold them for a reason. Hearing it like this was something else. I wanted to destroy every last one of them. Starting with Jones.
No, I corrected myself. I wanted to leave him until last. He could watch me burn down everything around him before I killed him too.
I placed a hand on one of Dallas’ arm and one of Jay's too, to keep them from leaping over the back of the seat and throttling both men.
Neither would get any further than removing their seat belts before the minions pulled out guns and used them. Right now, it was nothing more than words. We could ignore words.
When it became more than that… I doubted I'd be able to hold them back, even if I wanted to.
Nyla might not get us killed. We might do it ourselves.
By the time we reached the airfield, an hour later, my body was getting sore from sitting still and stiff.
The guys quietly seethed the entire time, barely keeping themselves contained.
Not only were they angry, they also weren't used to sitting still for too long.
Outside flights, they didn't have to do it often.
Usually, they were active all day, training and playing.
Right now, they were bundles of jangled nerves, coiled like a spring waiting to be released. Tired of being stuck inside a box.
"We can do this," I whispered. "We need to play it cool. That's the only way we get through this, okay?"
"I can try," Dallas murmured.
Jay nodded once, unconvincingly.
I squeezed their arms and looked out the window. Searching for an escape route, or a weapon. Something.
The airstrip itself was tiny and insignificant, just a single runway and a couple of big hangars.
A small jet sat near a hangar, its engine off for now.
This was the kind of aircraft that would carry twenty or thirty people at most. Of course, anything bigger than that wouldn't be able to land here.
The trees were too close for a big airliner to manoeuvre, much less take off and land.
Even in something small, it would be tricky.
A few cars were parked beside a distant hangar. Presumably belonging to the maintenance staff who worked at the airport.
Jones' men climbed out of the lead vehicles and hurried about, readying the plane.
My heart sank, but I couldn't let despair get to me. That would be the easiest way for Jones to win. He wasn't going to win and he wasn't going to break any of us. He could try, and I knew he would, but he'd fail. So would the assholes who were now herding us out of the SUV and across the tarmac.
I looked back in the direction of the highway, hoping like hell to see a bigger convoy of cars than the one we arrived in.
None came.
Without a word, we were pushed towards the steps leading up to the plane and inside, Nyla right in front of me.
She managed a brief, regretful look before letting herself be shoved with the rest of us.
Eddie slapped her ass, but she only dropped her head and kept on walking. If her body language was an indication, she wanted to turn and punch him off the steps, but she didn't dare. She knew what would happen if she did.
If I could, I'd try to make sure she got out of here with us. She'd make a better leader for the Crimson Vipers than anyone else I'd seen so far. If there was anything left to lead once I was finished with them.
I'd make no guarantees there would be. If there wasn't, I'd find her a place somewhere in this world. No doubt she'd tell me she was perfectly capable of looking after herself, but if she needed me to, I'd try. That was all I could promise right now.
To try.
“Boss!" one of the minions called out. "We've got company."