“Screw you,” I spat harshly.
“Soon enough, baby. Soon enough,” he crooned in enjoyment as his finger stroked where my sweater barely hung on my arms. “I wonder what else will be revealed.”
Swiftly, from behind, he yanked my sweater completely off my arms and I glimpsed down at Brent. None but the jerks behind me could see the real mess, but his mouth was still shut tight and his eyes spoke of murder as he regarded my purple shoulder. D&D had found his dark nature again as his mysterious eyes watched and his jaw worked. Velvet’s eyes were absolute sympathy and I turned from him quickly. Cole had a lovely mask of blankness on his face and he stared at me withunflinching, ice eyes. Ally was crying. I moved my gaze back to the men. I wouldn’t cry, darn it.
“TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!?” Brent screamed to the masked Spokesman reverently lowering the back of my top.
Shocked silence filled the room at Brent’s outburst. D&D and Velvet were watching him like he had two heads while other people’s mouths just gaped open, no one daring to move, much less scream at the armed, scary men. I suppose with Brent’s normal carefree nature and the calming effect he had on most, his current behavior wasn’t up to par. They didn’t know him, then. When it came to Ally or me in harm’s way, he was fiercer than a bull spottin’ a red flag.
I tried to calm my shaking as the jerk behind me traced lines on my back. I glanced from Brent to Cole, and back. Lord help me, but I didn’t want them or Ally to see.
Spokesman whistled loud and clear in appreciation. I flinched and Brent’s furious, green eyes met mine in question. Brent didn’t have a clue what Spokesman view was. I wanted to keep it that way.
“This is so beautiful,” the spokesman said in a dreamy voice, leaning down closer to get a better view.
“She has nothing to do with this. Let her go,” Brent hissed. The crowd seemed to find Brent more fascinating than the people with guns. My goodness, come on people.
“You’re right. She doesn’t have anything to do with this. But the lovely lady here has already provided entertainment – albeit unknown - with her lovely breasts and even better screams…”
“Shut the fuck up,” Brent’s voice altered to deadly calm.
“I think he’s almost back,” Velvet murmured, his lips twitching as he stared at Brent.
“Dunno. Maybe a few more minutes. I’ve never seen him like this,” D&D mumbled. Yeah, as if the whole room couldn’t hear them in the silence.
“How do you know her, Brent?” Cole asked nonchalantly.
“Fuck off,” Brent spit. “All of you.”
“Nope, not back yet. I was wrong,” Velvet grinned and sat back on his heels, as if there weren’t guns trained on them.
What. In.The.Heck?
“SILENCE!” Spokesman screamed at them. “Since you four don’t seem to have any respect for those holding the weapons, maybe I can persuade you to my understanding while my cherry pie provides a little more entertainment for just a moment.” He snapped his fingers at the guard holding his gun. Once it was in his hand he ordered, “Let’s go funny men. Up front and center. Bring Mr. Wong with you, too, please.”
Mr. Wong was Asian dude, I noticed as Brent, D&D, Velvet, Cole, and he stood up after prompting from the guard closest to them. They walked single file with their hands up and in this lighting Cole’s body looked even better.Whoa!Where did that come from? Not the time, not the time.
Kneeling in the front, the five men kept their hands on their heads, but something had changed. Brent didn’t appear much different – he was still ticked, but there was a slightest shifting to his features. Something I had never seen before in him. I couldn’t get a read off of D&D, Velvet, or Mr. Wong – other than he was scared, so I peeked at Cole. He was like ice. Change complete. Something was going on.
Spokesman leaned in close and ordered, “Turn around for the audience, baby. This is an art gallery after all, and what you wear on your back is a masterpiece.”
“No,” my voice cracked. I shut my eyes tight. I couldn’t handle this.
“Ah, come now, baby. It’s just your back. Not these lovely tits, after all.” His gunned hand moved around my stomach and started to climb to my chest.
“Stop, dammit!” Brent’s shout startled everyone. Spokesman’s hand stopped and he chuckled at Brent’s enraged face.
Spokesman leaned down, his eyes on Brent’s. He opened his mouth wide and licked over my trembling, bruised shoulder before sinking his teeth into it. My mouth opened to scream, but I slammed it shut just as quickly. A grunt was all he got from me. He would have to do a lot worse to hear me scream in pain.
“Fucking stop it!” Brent yelled and started to stand. Velvet gripped his forearm keeping him down.
At the same time Cole asked, “What the hell does this prove, you pathetic shit?”
“No! Please!” Ally shrieked and lurched forward, but Sam grabbed her hand and kept her close.
“A female? Really, baby? You do get around,” he cackled, releasing my shoulder and I sagged. “Enough, of this. I have business to attend to…but first, some fun. Let’s show them your own personal sketch.”
“Please, don’t do this,” I begged. “You can do whatever you want to me, but not this. Please.”
