“The sad part is, you think you’re protecting her.” He licks my face, his slimy tongue causing me to shiver. “You’re just the appetizer. When I’m done with you, I’ll be going in for my main course, and finish off will a little cherry for dessert.”
“You’re disgusting!” I bite out, even though the pain is ripping through my spine. My jaw tightens as he slowly drags his hand down my chest, gripping my breasts painfully.
“But at the end of this, I’ll be fucking satisfied, and you, you’ll just be dead.”
He whips me around, forcing me to stare up at his menacing eyes as his zipper slowly drags down and the button of his slacks is popped.
The cold metal of his revolver moves past my lips, the taste of gunpowder sticking to my gun like glue.
“I could take your life now,” he teases, moving the barrel between my lips as he sways his hips back and forth like he’s thrusting into me. “Or I could have a little taste, then compare you to the others. Who do you think will be sweeter? A haggard baker that no one can save?” He pulls the gun out of my mouth, gripping my head harder when I try to fight him. He drags the barrel down the side of my face. “A feisty Italian dream that can’t keep her tongue.”
He strokes his cock, gun still in hand, staring down at me with a repugnant hunger in his eyes. “Or the sweet little cherry no one has had a chance to taste.”
He drags me to my feet, kissing me aggressively. “My money’s on the sweet little cherry.”
My teeth bite into his flesh, tearing away a chunk of his lip, until blood fills my mouth.
Rico backhands me, the pistol cracking my jaw as she tries to stop the bleeding. “You stupid fucking bitch! You’re gonna pay for that.”
He clicks back the hammer, chest heaving with rage, eyes swirling with so much hostility it’s bleeding through the concrete floor.
I don’t beg for my life, already too humiliated and traumatized to give him the satisfaction.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your little Beast meets you in the afterlife.” His finger curls around the trigger just as I close my eyes.
BANG!
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Krampus
Rico’s body hits the floor, skull cracking against the unforgiving concrete as the bullet wound gushes with his blood. It was the perfect shot, and the asshole never saw me coming.
Mindy violently shakes on the floor, back ripped open, blood dripping down her back as it stains the pretty blue fabric. Even the front of her dress is tattered and torn, exposing parts of her breasts as she slowly lifts her head.
“Krampus?”
“I’m here, baby,” I cry, moving in to comfort her. She’s crying before I even reach her, shoulders sagging with relief the second she’s in my arms.
“I was so scared…” she mumbles, barely able to get out the words.
“I know, baby, but it’s over now. You’re safe.”
Moseley’s crouching on the floor in a fetal position with Voorhees’ gun pointed at him, ready to shoot. “You sick motherfucker!” he shouts, kicking the portly mob boss until he’s crying out in pain.
“Did you actually think you would get away with trafficking these women?”
Moseley’s body quakes as Voorhees delivers another powerful hit, this one to his face. He lets out a groan, blood dripping from his already bleeding face in rivers.
“You put a fucking hit out on me!” Voorhees rages. “I almost fucking died!” Then before any of us can stop him, the first bullet flies from his gun, severing an artery in Moseley’s thigh. The blood gushes out like a fountain, spraying everything within a few feet. “That was for my hit.”
Mindy cowers into my side, hiding her face in my shoulder. “I can’t watch this,” she whispers.
“Just look away, baby. We need to finish this so we know you’re safe.”
Voorhees fires another shot, this one through the shoulder.
“Voorhees, stop!” Drac demands, coming up behind him.
