“I just gave her a little something to loosen her up,” Wyatt said.
“You were going to rape her?”Dutch said in a dark, menacing tone.He fucking hated that shit.It was one of his worst pet peeves, and he’d killed a few guys he’d caught raping a woman.Once, it was a young girl, and Dutch took extra time torturing the bastard before letting him bleed out.
“The cunt wouldn’t give me a chance.”
“You fucking bastard,” Terrik said.“I’d like to kill you.”
Dutch growled and punched the guy again in the gut, making him double over and groan in pain.“What the fuck did you give her?”
“It was a sort of ecstasy.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”Dutch asked.
“It’s some new shit I found,” Wyatt wheezed.
“It’s not like the date rape drug, is it?”Dutch asked.
“No.With this drug, the girl is awake.It just makes them horny as hell.From what I’ve heard, it lasts for hours.”
“You are a sick fuck,” Sarge growled.
“All she had to do was lie down for me and spread her fucking legs once, and I would have left her alone,” Wyatt complained.
“Jesus Christ, you bastard,” Terrik growled.
Naya whimpered and tried to move.Dutch placed his hand over her back to keep her in place over his shoulder.“I’ve got you, babe.Just relax.”
Dutch looked at the bouncer.“We’ll take it from here.”
Terrik nodded.“Make him hurt.”
“Oh, we will.”
He watched Terrik go back into the bar before he turned to his men.“Take him to the south side warehouse.”
“Can we fuck with him a bit, Boss?”Demo asked.
“Yeah.Have fun, just don’t kill him,” Dutch said.“I’ll be at my place.”
Sarge nodded.“You got it.You’ll have to drive his car because you can’t carry her on your bike.”
Dutch nodded.“I will.Have someone come and get my bike.”
Sarge nodded.“We’ll take care of it.”He turned to the other two men.“Let’s go, men.”
Dutch turned away from them and gently lifted Naya into the front seat of the car, then slid in after her.He took a minute to adjust the seat back as far as it would go and then started the car.
He glanced at the woman, saw her eyes open and glassy, her body drooping.“Come here, babe.”
Naya slowly turned her head to face him before she slumped over his lap.Dutch adjusted her so she lay on the front seat, her head on his lap, her nose pressed against his stomach.He watched her relax before putting the car into gear and driving out of the alley.On the way to his house, she started to whimper, and he caught her pressing her legs together.
“I’ll take care of you, babe.Just try to relax.”
Ten minutes later, he pulled into his long driveway and parked beside his house.He got out and pulled her into his arms.He carried her into the house, up to his bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
“Dutch,” she whispered, raising a hand toward him.“I hurt so much.”
He sat down beside her hip.“I know.I’ll take care of you.”
