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Put up a fight?

“Motherfuckingpillowalmost ended me, dammit,” Dario mutters. “What man goes down like that?”

“Well, not you, that’s for certain,” says Raoul.

What the hell are they talking about? Someone attacked Dario in the hospital? Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me this?

Although it probably explains why Mateo was so fired up to get him back home. Not to mention the extra security I’ve noticed about. I’d been concerned at the time but relieved to be able to keep a close eye on him myself.

“Anyhow, I took care of it,” says Raoul.

“More than that, kid,” Dario interrupts. “I’m guessing that if you hadn’t got in there when you did, that fucker would have got the job done. Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not going to get anything done anymore,” Raoul sneers. “Not without his hands. Fucking Russki.”

His words are followed by a dark chuckle from Dario. I feel my blood run cold.

“I guess he had it coming, piece of shit,” my lover says. I swallow hard. “Did you get anything from him?”

“Took some persuasion, I’ll admit,” continues Raoul. “But by the time the third finger came off, that motherfucker would’ve sold his own mother down the river. I took the rest of them off just to make sure he got the message. Those fucking pruning shears are something else.” His laughter is bone-chilling.

Crockery rattles on the tray as my hands shudder. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“So, what did you learn?” Dario asks. Totally unfazed by the fact that his brother just admitted to cutting off another man’s fingers, for God’s sakes!

“Seems Eduardo Junior’s still got it in for you,” Raoul says.

“No surprise there,” Dario mutters. “I’m guessing he was behind the shoot-out in the first place.”

“Not only that,” Raoul goes on. “The fucker still has an eye on your woman. Along with another pretty little thing who happens to be her sister. He wants to get his hands on both of them.” I hear a string of snarled curses from Dario that make my stomach lurch. Although Raoul’s other words strike home more terror. Eduardo plans to kidnap me…and Sophia? Dear God, no! How could he know about her? My head is spinning. Raoul’s still speaking, “Not only that; Eduardo’s direct instruction to our fingerless friend was that he and his men were to arrange a welcoming party for the women. Wanted a group of them to set up some kind of gangbang session before he sold them off to the highest bidder.”

“What?” I hear Dario snap.

“You don’t know what a gangbang is?” Raoul responds. “You know…get a bunch of guys to take turns fucking them and—”

“For Christ’s sake, you dick, I know what it is!” he barks. “Jesus!” I can hear he’s up, hear he’s pacing. “Is the cunt still alive?” he asks eventually.

“I guess you could say that. Got him at the bunker. Thought I’d wait to hear what you want me to do with him,” says Raoul.

“Kill him,” Dario says without hesitation. “Put a bullet in his eye, so they know we see them. But take his balls off first and shove them down his throat. Let him choke on those things. When we’re ready, we’ll leave the body someplace that tells them exactly what they’re up against.”

I feel bile rise in my throat.

“I’ve spent enough time playing fair with these cunts,” Dario growls. “They need to get the message loud and clear…

“No more Mr. Nice Guy.”

Chapter 6

Nikki Love

My hands are shaking so hard, I’m almost certain they’re going to hear the clattering cups and plates through the door. I feel sick to my stomach. This can’t possibly be the same man I just spent the morning making love to. The man who touched me so tenderly, filled my body…filled my heart.

A sheen of perspiration has erupted on my forehead as adrenalin surges through me. There’s more muffled conversation, but I can’t listen anymore. I don’t want to hear more horrors coming from the lips of the man I’m learning to love. I don’t want to think about what he’s capable of. The atrocities he’s still so comfortable committing.

Pull yourself together, Nikki!

But I can’t. It doesn’t matter that he’s proposing to do these things because of what his cousin had planned for Sophia and me. He’s talking about killing people. Torturing and mutilating them. Has he never heard of calling the damn cops?