WhenBohemian Rhapsodycame on, she used the seat in front of her as drums, making them feel she was lost in her own world and not paying them or theirs any attention.In reality, nothing was further from the truth.
The moment she realized they weren’t taking her to where Dusan was, she knew there would be three more deaths on her hands before the end of this day.Jasmine continued bobbing her head as she reached up and pulled out her hair sticks and used them as some air drums.
Spinning them in her hands, she stuck fast and without compunction at the men to either side of her, driving the sticks into the sides of their necks, opening their carotids.As they died, she lunged forward and snapped the neck of the driver.His death was faster and more humane than the deaths of the other two.Holding the wheel, she yanked him from behind the wheel and got them off the road.
Another check of the men and she hissed in frustration.She didn’t want to be in this life again.Now she had to dispose of them.Driving to a place she knew the dead bodies would fit right in, she cleaned out their pockets, then took their phones and other jewelry.Without a shred of sympathy, she kicked the bodies out of the SUV to land in a pile.Then she got back in the driver’s seat and headed to Dusan’s.
The windows were tinted on this, so she was protected as the driver.And there must have been something on the car, or they recognized it to simply wave her through the manned gate.She didn’t have to slow down or anything.
The long drive didn’t help keep her mind from racing.Something was happening, she simply needed to figure it out sooner rather than later.And unfortunately, since she was supposed to have been killed, sooner had arrived.
So has later.Where I get payback.
Chapter Nine
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.~ Shakespeare
Lance spit out the blood pooling in his mouth as he sat with his wrists tied to a metal chair in a cement room he wouldn’t call more than a bunker.It wasn’t poorly lit, no, there were plenty of lights for the men gathered to witness the damage being done to his body.He blinked away the drops of blood running into his eye but never once lowered his gaze from the bastard he was going to end when he got up from here.Probably located right now in some damn warehouse.
Michel stood back far enough that the blood splatter didn’t hit him.There was a sinister gleam in his watery eyes.
“Scared to get your hands dirty, boy?”Lance tossed an evil smirk at him.
The mob boss’ son sneered at him and stepped toward him.“Fuck you, I’m not fucking scared of a damn thing.”He wiped his hand beneath his nose.“Least of all a clinger who’s trying his best to get close to my old man by sucking his dick.”
Lance snorted and struggled to hide his wince of pain.“Don’t be jealous.Your old man doesn’t strike me as picky, I’m sure he’ll let you fall to your knees and let him hit the back of your throat.”Lance spit a bloody stream in his direction.“But hey, you move children.Perhaps like you, he can’t get it up unless they’re underage and scared out of their fucking minds.”
Red swept over Michel’s features.Sputtering, he lunged at Lance, only to be pulled up short by one of the men with him.
“Get your fucking hands off me.I don’t care if my dad says I can’t touch him.”
His help released him.
Mistake.Big mistake.While they were punching him without abandon, he’d gotten his hands loose from the ropes securing him.Boy Scouts they weren’t.Michel puffed out his chest as he once again stood on his own.
He made two fake lunges, obvious frustration mounting when he got no response from Lance.Michel spit at him and rushed toward him.Lance didn’t try to avoid him or anything.He allowed the spoiled boy playing at a man’s game to take him and the chair to the floor.
Just what he had hoped for.
Slammed into the concrete floor, he winced as the metal slats on the chair’s back pressed deeper into him.Michel wasn’t a small man, so his weight was substantial.He thrust up with his shoulder enough that Michel grunted and moved.
“Fucker,” he snarled.Beefy thighs straddled his chest and the leer grew disgusting.Michel grabbed his dick as he sat there.“I could make you suck this.”
“And we’re back to you needing to try to get hard by going after someone who doesn’t want you.”Lance narrowed his gaze back.“Go ahead, big boy.Try it.Take your dick out and see if you can make me suck it.”
Lance wriggled his fingers and slid his hand along the metal of the chair, it moved more easily than it should because of the blood on the floor from his body.Michel had locked on him, Lance counted on it.
Michel wasn’t thinking how foolish he was being, wasn’t considering his father had told him to keep his hands off Lance.All he knew was he’d been slighted in front of his men and his little boy feelings were hurt.He wanted to prove himself out to be far more scary than he was.
“I’m going to make you choke on it.”He reached for his pants and undid the top button.
Lance blinked and shrugged best he could.“I’m not impressed and I’ll not be sucking your cock.Today or ever.Daddy’s not going to be happy with you, boy.”
Rage flushed his cheeks a deeper shade of red and Lance snickered.Michel released his pants and swung.“I’ll fucking kill you.I’m not scared of you or my father!”
His fist connected with Lance’s jaw and rocked him.Okay, that one hurt like a bitch.Michel’s maniacal laugh told him two things.One, the man wasn’t thinking about his dick any longer and two, this was going to hurt.
Lance took two more punches to the face before he surged up, freeing his arms from behind him and delivering two quick jabs, one to the man’s groin and the second to his throat.
