18. Fleur
18
FLEUR
They didn’t even bother to bring my bag. Left it in the back of the SUV.
My head throbbed from the punch. I suspected my eye was all black and blue, because my vision was blurred on that side. With my arms pinned behind my back, they forced me into the warehouse then shoved me onto a dirty mattress lying there on the floor. The rest of the hangar was full of Hummers and even a small six-seater plane.
I hit the moth-eaten mattress and lay there for a second, the headache pounding with every beat of my heart. Six guys surrounded me, all with guns, all there to guard me. I was scared out of my mind, and the only power I had in that moment was the reassurance that Bastien would come for me.
I just had to stay alive long enough for him to get here.
That meant I should stay quiet, give them no reason to hurt me, and wait for this to be over.
But I quickly realized I wouldn’t be afforded that luxury.
One of the guys spoke to the other in a quiet voice. “She’s pretty sexy.” He was an ugly guy with a squishy face, a guy who probably had to pay for sex because he couldn’t get it on his own.
The other guy nodded. “Boss said she’s fair game.”
Oh fuck.
“He’s gonna kill her anyway,” he said back, like I was deaf and couldn’t hear him. They didn’t even handcuff me or pat me down for a gun because I appeared that helpless to them. “May as well go for it.”
The pulse was so loud in my ears, it muffled the noise every few seconds. Bastien had taught me a few things, but my gun only had six bullets, so that meant I needed to shoot each guy in the head if I was going to get out of this.
My aim wasn’t that good, and I wasn’t that fast either.
But if I took out the rapist, at least that solved that problem.
The guy removed his rifle and handed it over. “I’ll take her in one of the back rooms.”
“Like fucking hell, you will.” I didn’t even realize I was the one who’d said that until I heard my own voice. It just came out because I was so appalled, it countered my fear. I was still on the mattress, leaned back on one arm so I could reach for my pistol if he came any closer to me.
He seemed shocked I’d said that too, because he blinked as he stared at me then looked to the guy who had punched me earlier. “Guess you didn’t hit her hard enough.” He stepped onto the mattress then reached for my ankle so he could drag me. He yanked on me hard and jerked me across the concrete floor.
I was about to take out my gun and fire, but then I realized I should let him pull me away from the other men. After I killed him, I might be able to find a key to one of these Hummers and get the fuck out of here.
He hauled me into an office with a couch then shut the door before he dropped his knee on my chest and punched me in the face, as if hitting me would make me submissive rather than pissed off.
“Motherfucker.” I pulled the gun from the back of my jeans and shoved the barrel into his chest before I clicked the safety. Then I pulled the trigger, all of it happening in a split second.
As if I’d hit him with a shotgun, he flew off me and collapsed near the wooden desk.
There was blood all over me, but it wasn’t mine.
My ears rang for a second because the gun had gone off right next to me.
I finally snapped out of it and moved his dead body before I searched him, looking for weapons or a phone. He did have a phone, but it was locked with a PIN, and there was no way I would guess that in a couple seconds. I found a sheathed blade on his belt, so I took that before I left the office.
The men were running toward me with their guns—and there were more of them than before.
“Oh fuck.” I sprinted for the Hummers for cover in case they opened fire. I wasn’t sure if they would keep me alive to use against Bastien or if they would just eliminate me as a liability. I made it to the other side, but I was cut off by a guy with a sniper rifle.
I didn’t think twice before I raised my gun and shot him right in the face.
“Oh my fucking Jesus…” He was still alive but immobile, so I was able to rip the rifle out of his motionless hands. I continued to run down the line of cars until I got to the other end, where men were coming at me again. I knew then that they were coming from both sides.
I stepped out and held down the trigger, blowing a spray of bullets at all twelve of them. They wore tactical vests, so I aimed for their legs and kneecaps, making sure they couldn’t come after me even if they were alive. Blood sprayed into the air, and the screams echoed off the steel that compromised the warehouse walls.
I’d already killed so many people, but I didn’t feel a damn thing.
Fucking nothing.
More of them were coming the other way, but I knew my magazine was empty because the cartridge had popped out. I rushed over to the pile of dead bodies and others who writhed in pain and took the magazine from the first rifle I could find.
“Stop that bitch!”
I shoved the magazine into place and fired up at the guy who had just appeared over me, sprayed him with bullets until he wobbled back and off me. A boot came from the side and hit me in the face, made blood squirt out of my nose.
The gun was yanked from me by someone else, and then another guy grabbed me by the ear.
“Fucking cunt.” He tugged hard and made me scream. “You think you aren’t going to pay for that?” He tugged again, ripping out a chunk of hair that made me scream again. He finally let me go, and the other guys forced me onto my stomach to zip-tie my wrists together.
“Let me go!” I tried to fight, but they just made it tighter, causing my shoulders to ache from being pulled back so far. It felt like they were about to pop out of the sockets. The men lifted me and carried me back to the mattress, dropping me face first onto it.
“Who’s first?” one of the guys said.
“Me,” the other said. “I’m gonna yank out more of that hair.” His knees hit the mattress behind me, and he grabbed my jeans and underwear and tugged them over my ass to expose my bare flesh.
“No!” I tried to wiggle free, tried to bounce against the mattress so I could get to my knees. “Bastien will kill you. He’ll fucking kill you!”
Another grabbed me by the back of the hair and forced my mouth open to shove the barrel of his gun inside, his finger hot on the trigger. “Move, and my finger might slip.” His eyes were so vicious that I had no other choice but to believe him.
All I could do was breathe, the metal of the gun right against the inside of my mouth. The mattress shifted and moved as the guy dropped his pants so he could fuck me on that dirty excuse for a bed.
I knew Bastien wasn’t coming.
Not soon enough to stop this.
The tears started when I heard him spit on his hand.
I’d chosen to be with Bastien despite the risks, and now I was paying for that decision. A wiser woman would have chosen a nice guy with a nine-to-five, a guy who lived an unremarkable but safe life.
But I’d chosen this—and now I would be raped for it.
“What the hell is this?” A voice that sounded like Bastien’s but was distinctly not his boomed through the warehouse.
The guy with the gun in my mouth turned to look but kept the gun in place.
The guy on top of me went still. His dick was probably out and hard and ready to go.
I couldn’t move my head because I was afraid I would make the gun go off, but I looked up to see the man I recognized from the wedding, six-two with blond hair and blue eyes, a leaner version of Bastien but with the same ruthless aura.
Bastien said Godric hated him…but how much?
Enough to let this happen to me? Enough to do it himself?
He didn’t look at me but looked at the rest of the guys who surrounded me, the ones who were waiting their turn. “Get the gun out of her mouth.”
The man hesitated before he followed orders, slowly taking the gun away from my tongue.
When it was gone, I could breathe normally, but I hyperventilated, nonetheless.
Godric quickly pulled out his gun from the back of his jeans and shot the guy in the head.
He collapsed on the concrete beside me, the gun still in his hand.
I gave a quiet scream before he shot the guy who was on top of me, the one who was about to shove his dick inside me.
There seemed to be a commotion behind me, the sound of guns being drawn. But Godric was fast, somehow shooting them all dead with a single handgun.
I continued to pant, my wrists still bound, my bare ass out there for the world to see.
He returned the gun to his jeans and pulled out a knife from his pocket before he kneeled down and cut me free.
I got up so fast, pulled up my pants like my life depended on it, and then stared at the man who had almost raped me. Blood pooled around him on the floor, but he still breathed like he was alive.
I picked up the gun from the floor and pointed it right at his face before I fired.
And I fired again and again, kept squeezing the trigger until the gun was out of bullets. And then I threw the gun at his head before I released a scream. “ Motherfucker !”
Godric watched me, his blue eyes so identical to his brother’s that he had nearly the same expression, could replicate the same seriousness and intensity. He didn’t come near me and kept his distance. All he did was watch me scream and cry, watch me pick up other guns that still had bullets and shoot the man who had tried to violate me until he didn’t have a head anymore—until he was just a pile of brains on the floor.