Cecily comes over and runs a gentle finger down my cheek, and it takes all my control not to flinch. “Are you ready, whore?”
I glare at her. “Do your worst, bitch.”
“Oh, I will…this might make up for the plans your Family ruined. Maybe… Depends on how good of a whore you are.”
She holds out a hand and someone places a gun in it. My heart beats so hard I’m surprised none of them can hear it, though I am careful not to let anything show in my expression.
“Open up, whore.” Cecily shoves the muzzle of the gun into my mouth. I choke, and can barely hear Lio’s cry as she pushes the gun as far into my mouth as she can. Pulling it out a little, she scrapes the roof of my mouth, and blood mixes with the metallic taste of the weapon.
I retch as the gun is shoved toward the back of my throat, and more blood bathes my tongue as it cuts open the inside of my mouth when she pulls it all the way out.
I spit blood at her, and enjoy the way her mouth twists in disgust, though not so much when she hits me across the face with the gun.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Lio cries from across the room. He gasps in pain as one of the goons holding him puncheshim in the stomach, forcing him to double over, which makes the asshole holding him by the throat laugh as he chokes.
“It’s okay, Lio. I promise, it’ll be okay. Please, Anima Gemella, trust me.”
Tear-filled moss colored eyes meet mine, and I focus on them as my ass cheeks are spread apart, and the blood and spit-slicked gun is shoved roughly between them.
“Take it, whore,” Cecily says, a sadistic glee in her voice as she shoves the gun against my hole.
The muscle tries to keep her out, but she’s insistent, pressing the muzzle against me until it pops through. The pain is fast and sharp, and I cry out.
Lio thrashes, but they hold a knife against his side, and his face grows red as the pressure on his throat increases.
Please, I silently beg him.Please, stay still. Please, stay with me. Please…
When I scream as the gun is shoved deeper inside, the goon that was in charge of pushing me onto the bed moves to stand in front of me, cutting off my view of Lio.No, please, I need him…
His pants are open, and on my next breath, he shoves his hard cock into my mouth. I choke as he forces himself in all the way. He groans and holds my head still, fucking into me as Cecily slowly pulls the gun out, before roughly shoving it back in.
Over and over again, they use me. I can taste blood at the back of my throat, and tears sting my eyes. I can’t hear Lio anymore, and it worries me that they’ve killed him…I need to see my friend… I can’t survive this without him. I can’t face Hollis and Tennant without him. Please…
The lack of air, mixed with the pain coursing through me every time Cecily shifts the gun inside me, turns my thoughts into a jumbled mess, and darkness begins to encroach on me.
Lio better be alive…otherwise I’m going to make death look like a fucking vacation once this is all over. The darknessswamps me, and it’s only the thought of my friend that gives me the will to survive this…
Cursing violently, I take the turn a little too fast, and for a moment, I worry I’m going to flip the SUV. Thank fuck all the wheels stay down—or at least two of them do. Allesandro stopped responding way too long ago, but I can’t do shit about it when I’m stuck driving.
“He won’t make it long enough to get to Sarah. I need to bring him back with me,” I grit out, smashing my foot down and internally begging the SUV to go faster. If a cop wants to pull me over right now, he’ll wish for a better life choice, because it would be the last one he’d make.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”Antonio cuts in. “Let the asshole die then.”
Growling, I slam my hand on the wheel. My friend is lucky he’s not near me, because he’s at risk of getting his head bashedin. “Whatever you think of him, he just took a bullet for me. You haven’t even given him a chance!”
“Enough.”Carter’s voice interrupts our argument.“Bring him here. I’ll have Doc start getting things ready.”
“Thank you,” I breathe out. “I’m about ten minutes away…”
“Exactly how fast are you going?”Keegan growls. My eyes flick down to the speedometer and I cringe. It’s best not to answer that one. Lying to my Dom and lover is not on my to-do list for the day…
I lapse into silence as orders fly, focusing only on the road in front of me, and begging for Allesandro to make a noise—any noise. Fuck, I’ll take a goddamn groan right now. Anything other than this silence that’s somehow louder than the men talking over each other.
It doesn’t take me quite ten minutes. I make it in nine instead. The tires screech as I come to a halt, and thank fuck Doc is already waiting outside, along with his staff and a stretcher. I scramble out of the SUV, opening the back door as the medical professionals converge.
Shouts echo around me, with orders about needing supplies and staunching blood, but it doesn’t touch me. It can’t. I manage to touch Allesandro, whose skin is rapidly cooling, and it’s almost too much for me. The cold ignites a heat inside me, rapidly razing my soul to ashes at the thought of losing him. Fuck. I wish I had called him Sandro… I wish I had taken a moment to reassure him that I did care about him, as far more than just a former Master.
He’s the one who taught me to be War. He saved me from dying. He gave me Keegan when he didn’t have to, and brought me joy with Cole. And now? Now, it may be too late for me to make my peace completely.
