Chapter 2
Chapter Two
W e did our research and due diligence. I got a few responses on who and where, and that’s where we’re headed right now. I have my gun loaded and ready to go and so do my guys. This isn’t our first mission, and it won’t be our last. In fact, heading into rival territory gives me a thrill. A chill wraps around my spine as we pull onto their land. A place we shouldn’t be. Something about knowing that warps my mind a little. Not that I wasn’t already a little off to begin with, but this is something more.
“You got a bad feeling about this?” Roberto asks, looking over at me.
“No.”
“Lies, Luc. You’re tense,” he says, noting the way I’m sitting.
“I’m ready. There’s a difference.”
“On the wrong side of town,” he adds.
“What do you think they want with her?” I ask him, although the thought is just that. A thought.
“Who the hell knows. Maybe they didn’t like her choice of grooms,” he laughs.
“Probably right about that. You think she’s hiding? Or was she really taken?” I ask him.
“We’re here, so I’m going to assume she was taken, but why? I don’t know.”
“What’s the plan? Leave anyone alive?” Rocko asks as I shake my head.
“Just the girl.”
“How unfortunate,” he chuckles. He’s right. If I had my way, she wouldn’t be alive either. I’d shoot her between the eyes the way her father did my mother. Take her life for my mother’s life.
“You hate this, don’t you?” Rocko asks, looking over at me now. I nod.
“I hate everything that family stands for. They make me sick to even think about them. How the hell am I supposed to marry her when I know what her family did to mine?” I ask him the same question I asked my father.
“You make her life hell, Luc. Just like they did yours. They stole something away from you and now it’s time you repay the favor,” he adds. I nod my head before running my hand through my hair. He’s right. I can make her life hell. I can make her wish for death. I’ve done it to many men, so why not her?
We pull up at the abandoned apartment complex, and we all climb out, watching our asses as we go. We make our way inside, checking all the apartments on our way up to the second floor. The first one is clear, and we move to the next. As soon as the door is kicked open, shots are fired. We fire back, careful who we’re shooting at, as I motion for the guys to move in. They rush in, taking down a few of the guys but keeping them alive. They know the drill.
I look at her, Cybil, tied to the chair in the middle of the room naked. There’s blood dripping from her chin, but otherwise, she looks to be untouched. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the anger in them. Anger toward whom I don’t know.
“Look what we have here,” I say as the guys get the assholes who aren’t dead on their knees next to her. “Fucking touching my future bride. What kind of sick fuck are you? Do you know what you’ve done?” I ask them, although they can’t answer with the rags now stuffed in their mouths. I walk along in front of them, shoving my gun back into my waistband and pulling my knife free from its sheath. I press the tip into one of their cheeks hard enough to make it bleed.
“Who wants to answer me?” I ask, pressing harder until blood flows down his cheek. One grunts behind his gag, and I nod toward Roberto to remove it. He pulls it free, and then the asshole looks over at me.
“No one wants you to have the girl!”
“Why is that? Am I not good enough for her?” I laugh darkly.
“No one wants the union.”
“Again, why?” He refuses to answer now. He won’t open his mouth when Roberto shoves the gag back in. I move my gaze to hers, wondering if she has any insight into this shit. Frankly, I want to kill them all and move on with my day, but I know I can’t go back without any information.
I stalk over to Cybil and pull the gag from her mouth, staring down at her.
“You have anything to say?” She nods her head and glances over at them men on their knees.
“Kill them.” I laugh.
“Easy, Kitten. We’re not on liking terms just yet. In fact, I’d much rather kill you along with them,” I tell her. Her eyes widen as if she had no idea I hated her.
“My father …”
“Did daddy tell you we would have a happy little marriage? He’s wrong. Dead fucking wrong, Kitten. In fact, I’m going to make your life a living hell,” I growl at her. That shuts her up. She quickly closes her mouth as I move back in front of the others. “Who wants to die first?” I ask, pointing the knife at each of them. Instead of waiting to hear a response, I slit the first man’s throat. Cybil throws up, heaving next to me as I step up next to another of them.
“Please,” he begs as I laugh harder.
“Please? Are you begging for life or death?” I ask him in return.
“They didn’t want the families together! Your … your father has other plans for her!” he yells, nodding toward Cybil. I cock my head to the side to study his face, to see if he’s lying to me, and judging by the look on his face, he isn’t. So what the hell does my father have planned? Or is he truly lying to me?
“Which is?”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard things,” he replies quickly.
“Such as?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know, okay?”
“Not good enough.” I bring the blade to his throat and drag it across. Blood immediately gushes from his wound, and he falls to the ground. Cybil is still heaving. Probably never having seen a dead body before. The women tend to be kept away from all this mess, and then men like to keep it that way. Too bad for her, I don’t.
I move down the line of the last two before slitting their throats, too. I watch them bleed out, and then I order my men to leave. I walk over and untie Cybil, dragging her to her feet before tossing her body into the puddle of blood on the floor. She cries, and something about her tears just spurs me on.
“I’ve thought about fucking you in their blood. In fact, since I walked through the door, the thought of you slipping and sliding on your hands and knees for me in it has my cock hard.”
“Don’t.”
“Why not? Prefer to wait until our honeymoon, then?” I ask her as I grab my cock and stroke it through my pants. I walk over and force her to look up at me, leaving blood from my hands all over her face. She retches once more but I keep a firm hold on her cheeks.
“Suck my cock,” I tell her. She tries to shake her head, but it’s useless. I have her face in my grasp, and there’s nowhere for her to go. “Take my fucking cock out and suck it. Or I’ll paint that pathetic little face of yours with their blood,” I warn her. I know that will make her sick, that’s why I threaten to do it.
Cybil quickly reaches for my pants, pulling the zipper down and undoing the button, slipping my cock out. I reach down with the other hand, shoving my pants and boxers down the rest of the way, not caring they’ll be covered in blood. That’s just how I want them.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask her when she doesn’t move. Cybil licks her lips and leans in, taking just the tip into her mouth. I release her cheeks, grab the back of her head, and slam myself into her mouth. She gags, and tears fill her eyes, but that doesn’t stop me. I fuck her little face the way I wanted to her pussy. I shove myself down the back of her throat, listening to her gag and feeling her spit as it slips out of her mouth and drips to the floor.
“You like that? You like being my little whore?” I ask her, shoving in further. Tears fall down her cheeks now, and I want nothing more than to lick them off and make her cry harder.
I force myself down her throat and hold still there until I come. She chokes on me and gags to the point I think she’s going to throw up, and only then do I pull out of her mouth. I jerk my cock, spraying what’s left of my cum all over her face as cum and spit mix and slide down her chin.
“Get up, we’re leaving,” I tell her. She quickly stands to her feet and sips in the blood before righting herself.
“I don’t have any clothes,” she whispers.
“You think I give a shit?”