“You liked it,” she taunts. “You moaned like a cheap whore while I fucked that little contraption into your tight little hole, baby.”
“Fuck you,” he screams.
Nicci just laughs and gestures for Liana to follow her back towards the stairs.
“You don’t want to see this, Liana. My art isn’t for everyone.”
Liana doesn’t move. She stands there and stares at the stained plastic and then looks at me and Nicci.
“I think I need to see,” she says with something far more than curiosity in her eyes.
My dick has never been harder than it is right now.
“Fuck, fuck. The timer is down to thirty seconds. Fine, fine, I’ll talk.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Liana
“Fuck, fuck. The timer is down to thirty seconds. Fine, fine, I’ll talk,” the man screams through the plastic.
I don’t want to watch but I can’t look away either. I know exactly what’s stained that plastic and for some reason, I’m still standing here, rooted to this spot, waiting to see exactly what will happen.
“It was because of your uncle. He owes my VP. I don’t know what the deal was. I was just doing what I was told. Fuck, please. It says ten seconds. Turn it off. What’s going to happen?”
Rio’s sister raises her eyebrow and he nods at her. She pulls something from her pocket and I can hear the man sigh with relief when she presses pause.
“Why would my uncle owe your VP anything?” Rio asks, curiously. “I don’t get involved in his side of the business so why the fuck would the Rebels VP come after my wife?”
“Your wife’s family,” the man chokes out. “They have ties to the underground. Someone fucked over my VP. Somethingabout a girl. That’s it, that’s all I know. I swear. Please just let me go.”
I cringe.
‘What have my cousins been involved in?’I think to myself.
“You don’t want to stay with me?” Nicci asks through the plastic in a mocking sad voice.
“Fuck, please,” the man begs.
Rio’s sister looks at him and he nods before she presses the button in her hand. The man screams in agony before it’s cut off by a small explosion. I gasp and grab Rio’s hand as blood and guts splatter the inside of the plastic.
“I would say it’s a shame I couldn’t keep him here longer but his dick wouldn’t stay hard anyway. What a waste, too.”
Nicci shrugs her shoulders before turning the music back on. Then proceeds to rap along to the rest of the song we paused from earlier.
“I think I want to go home now,” I say and look up at Rio. “I’ve seen enough blood for a while.”
He just laughs before dragging me back upstairs.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Rio
The blood on my knuckles has dried into a familiar pattern of tiny cracks. I flex my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling the skin pull tight.
"Does it hurt?" Liana asks, looking at my hands. It's the first thing she's said since we left the warehouse.
"No."
