Swallowing nervously, I do as he says. It’s a bit awkward with my ankles and wrists bound, but I manage to do it, then look up at him nervously.
“Good.” Max steps right up in front of me, close enough to touch me, and stares down with an evil glint in his eye. Something that sends warning bells off in my head. “Undo my pants and take my cock out.”
I gasp, leaning back in surprise.
“What? Did you not think you were going to be punished for running?”
“Touching your cock would be a punishment,” I agree as he scowls down at me.
“Where did that sass come from? I can see we’re gonna have to train that out of you, too.”
Swallowing nervously, my eyes scan our surroundings, but there isn’t much I can see from this dark corner, the van blocking the truck stop from view. Should I scream? Maybe someone will hear me.
I open my mouth to yell, but he slaps me. I fall to my side,my hands saving my face from hitting the ground as I grunt in pain.
I open my teary eyes and meet a pair of beautiful green ones. I blink a few times, trying to figure out if he's real. But when I refocus, Pete’s still there, lying under the van, his finger pressed to his lip, telling me not to give him away.
A loud war cry has both our heads turning to see Dex barreling around the front of the van, heading straight for Max.
I’ve never seen him look so feral before. His teeth are bared, and his eyes are narrowed in on his prey.
“Shit,” Pete whispers just as Dex leaps onto Max, knocking him to the ground and punching him across the face.
I watch as a determined Jagger follows behind Dex, taking Troy down with a swift sweep of his legs.
Sly suddenly appears, and Jagger physically has to pull Dex off of Max. Suddenly, Pete is beside me, cutting through my restraints and pulling me into his arms. Tears fall of their own volition as I bury my face in his neck.
“Shh shh, I’ve got you, angel. I’ve got you now.”
The sound of Dex struggling against the others has me whimpering, afraid they'll get hurt. It isn’t until Pete yells at him that he stops fighting and looks in our direction. “Dex! Snap out of it! Wren needs you!”
I peek out as Dex looks up at me and shakes his head, his anger instantly dissipating when his eyes meet mine.
“I knew you’d come,” I say just loud enough for them all to hear me.
“We’ll always come for you, baby,” Dex says as the other two release him and they stand back, their eyes moving to my two kidnappers lying on their backs, staring up at themin fear. Max is bleeding from what looks like a broken nose, and Troy just looks terrified, his gaze bouncing between them as if unsure who’s the biggest threat.
Pete gently places a hand on the side of my face, and I hiss in pain.
“Shit, sorry, angel. Let me see.” He uses his thumb and forefinger on my chin to tilt my face to the side as he assesses my cheek.
“He hit you,” he seethes.
I nod, then a sob suddenly bursts from me as the fear of being kidnapped and threatened comes back to me. Combine that with thinking they were dead, and it’s just too much to hold in. I bury my face in his neck and cling to him as he holds me tighter.
“She’s crying,” he roars. “Make them pay.”
“You think you can touch our girl?” Sly grits out as he takes a step closer to them. “Which one of them hit you, Wren?” he asks, turning his head to us.
“He slapped me, and he punched me in the stomach,” I say through my sniffles, instantly ratting them out as I point to Max and Troy. “And I think he hit me in the head, too,” I say, remembering how they got me out of the hotel room.
“Think about this for a second,” Max says from his back, with his hands raised in defense. “If you kill us, Robert will retaliate."
“I’m counting on it,” Sly says before moving to Max’s side so quickly I barely even see him move. He punches him across the face as Jagger does the same to Troy. Blood covers their faces and drips down into the grass at their sides. It should probably gross me out, but I enjoy seeing them in pain. If anyone deserves it, it’s them.
“Which one tried to make you touch his dick?” Pete asks,glancing at them. Dex growls, and I cling harder to Pete’s neck at the memory. His hand soothes over my back. “Come on, tell me so I can cut it off.” I lift my head so I can look him in the eye.
Is he serious?Instead of his usual easygoing grin, I see anger and tension in his face.
