Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
The same scene was playing out with Ace and Blaze. All three men plied the women with booze and Ecstasy. One of them started feeling the effects pretty quickly, though it seemed to make her more compliant and happy rather than energetic. She was easily gotten to the cage. The other two took an hour before they were flying so high they were agreeable to anything. Once we were all in the cage, Clutch took off for the rendezvous point with Deke.
“I can make you feel realmente bueno, el cariño.” This was the woman with the residence on the outskirts of Cancún. Since we’d been in the SUV, she’d slipped from English to Spanish and back several times. She was currently all over Deacon.
“Sure you could.” Deacon looked disgusted, his nose wrinkling as if smelling something decidedly unpleasant. “How about you take a nice nap.” He tried to unwrap her hands from around his neck but, honestly, the woman was like an octopus.
“You taking us to tu casa?”
Ace snorted. “You could say that.”
The woman with Ace had her head in his lap. She was nosing his crotch, but Ace had managed to keep his fly zipped. He stroked her hair absently with an amused grin on his face. I was pretty sure she thought she was giving him a blow job. Stitches looked to be in a similar situation while Blaze’s charge was out cold.
“All right, that’s enough.” Stitches shoved the woman with her head in his lap upright. She screeched but said nothing intelligible. Stitches zip-tied her hands behind her back and her legs at the ankles. When she continued to scream, he shoved a rag in her mouth and used a strip of duct tape to cover it. “This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” he snapped. “Tie and gag the other two.” Stitches was the ranking club officer on this trip, but he rarely gave orders. Not like this.
“Thank Christ,” Deacon said.
“Oh! Papá likes a little kink.” I thought her name was Maria, but I didn’t really care. What I did care about was the fact this woman was the ringleader, according to Wylde. And Wylde would never have made that kind of accusation unless he knew for sure.
“Yeah, Papa likes kink,” Deacon muttered. “Just not with skanky cunts like you.”
“You bastard!” Maria tried to strike out at Deacon, but not only was her aim shit, but Deacon snagged her arm and pulled it behind her back at a painful angle. “Ow! You’re hurting me!”
“Oh, you know what you did to deserve this. You’re gonna hurt a lot worse before you die.” Apparently Ace had reached the end of his rope.
“What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Right.” Ace snorted. “’Course you don’t.”
He snagged a zip tie from his vest and looped it around her wrists, pulling it tight. Maria screamed again. “I said you’re hurting me! What the fuck?”
“Hurting you? What about the woman you hurt? You think she begged?” I asked the question in a deadly growl. “You think they listened? Maybe if you beg long enough and loud enough, I’ll listen. Or not.” The smile I gave her through the mirror was pure evil. “Either way, we’re gettin’ ready to find out.”
At that, Maria’s eyes grew wide. She opened her mouth to scream, but Ace stuffed a rag inside her mouth and taped it shut. Now, the two women who were awake looked terrified. But not terrified enough.
Everything went as planned. Deke got us back to Evansville where Brick waited with the SUV ready to take us to the barn. Wylde covered our tracks so we weren’t busted for an unlogged flight path.
We got the women into the barn and into the basement where they were tied with their hands above their heads. They were still gagged. The third one was slowly waking up but was still out of it.
“Give it a couple more hours and she should be awake,” Stitches said, nodding to the groggy one. “Then we can begin.”
I nodded, walking to Maria and reaching for the tape over her mouth. With one hard yank, I ripped the tape off.
Maria screamed, though the sound was muffled because of the cloth still in her mouth. Once she’d quieted down, I pulled out the cloth.
“Now,” I said with a small smile. It wasn’t a kind smile. “You’ve got a little bit to think about what you want to tell me.”
“Not tellin’ you shit, cabrón!”
“Yes. You will. But we’ll get to that in a bit. You can stand there and invent all the lies you can to convince me to believe, or you can just come clean and tell me everything I want to know.”
“Right,” she sneered. “Because I’m gonna do what you want.” She spat in my direction. “Go to hell!”
“I might see you there someday. Won’t deny it. But you’ll be in hell long before I will.”