While my partner removed the condom and cleaned up, I sat the loser back onto the chair. He winced as his ass hit the cushion. His eyes were red and swollen.
He looked like hell, and I couldn't give two shits.
All good times have to come to an end, and this man's life would be over in about two minutes. I ordered him to look at the photos on his wall while I broke all of his fingers on his left hand. The sound of bones crunching was like listening to a soothing lullaby. His screams filled the room, making my ears ring. He begged me to spare his life.
"Please, please…I will pay you anything you want if you let me live. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
I've had enough of this scumbag. I pressed the silencer against his forehead. "You'll never touch another girl again."
With one squeeze, blood gushed across the leather chair. What was left of his head slumped forward. Silence followed.
We left him there. Karma paid a visit, and this hollow piece of shit met the end he deserved. Before we left, all the pictures were removed from the wall and thrown into the burning fireplace, along with our aprons. I didn't torch the house because I wanted nothing to get back to Hector.
We left the same way we came in and headed to our second target—Diego Vargas.
Vargas lived in glass and chrome, a modern palace just on the outskirts of the city. He's a banker by day, a predator by night. We entered through the terrace, climbing the wall like two Marvel comic superheroes. Inside, he wasn't alone. A Mexican girl around the age of nineteen lay drugged across his bed, limp and half-conscious. His belt was still undone when I pressed my knife against his throat.
He froze, eyes wide, pissing sweat through his Tee shirt. Jacob lifted the girl from the bed, gently laying her on the floor out of sight. Then he zip-tied Vargas and shoved him into a chair. The man was shaking and crying.
My voice was low and controlled.
"You don't know who I am, but I know who you are; so begging won't save you."
Another one who stammered about money, his connections, how he was protected…blah, blah, blah.
Jacob backhanded him, making his head jolt to the side.
"You like attending Hector's parties and buying women you can use and abuse whenever you feel like it. Well, that ends tonight." I hissed through clenched teeth.
He started wheezing. "Please. I'll give you whatever you want. I have plenty of money. Just name your price."
I crouched in front of him, holding the knife in my hand. I traced the line of his jaw with the blade, down to his throat…just enough to leave a superficial incision. He whimpered.
"You're a predator," I murmured.
"But now you're my prey."
I slid the blade across his cheek, carving a jagged smile that would never heal. He shrieked, thrashing against the ties. Jacob stuffed a rag in his mouth to stifle his screams.
We didn't want the young lady on the floor to wake and witness his murder, so we silenced him. This one was going to be quick and dirty. It was getting late, and we needed to get Yara to the hotel, so she could take the girl back to my place, and I needed some shut-eye. I watched him squirm for a long moment, then I drove the blade straight into his chest; twisting it until his body slumped over lifeless in the chair.
Jacob wrapped the unconscious girl in a blanket and effortlessly lifted her into his arms. We headed back to theSUV, laying our cargo on the back seat. Once Yara arrived at the hotel, she would be home in no time.
Jacob looked at me grinning.
"Both dead," he said. "Now we show up as them."
I looked out the windshield, happy this part of the mission was over. My pulse was steady; my rage sharpened like a blade's edge. Wednesday night couldn't come fast enough.
Hector's party would be his last.
Chapter 18
Trafficked
Kitlyn
I must have passed out from exhaustion last night. Cleaning and bandaging Layla's injuries took quite a while. If she had been left with Juan any longer, I believe he would have killed her. Someday that crumb will get his, and I hope I'm around for it. I felt awful that she had to sleep in my cage. She should have been in this bed, not me.
