Seriously, who named their fucking kid Charming? Yeah, fuck being a Prince, he was a villain tonight, and proud of it.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
Desiree opened her eyes and had to close them again because of the bright light shining directly in her face. Motherfucker that hurt.
Someone was getting their asses kicked as soon as she could see without her entire head splitting open from the pain. What the hell happened?
“Sleeping beauty is awake. About fucking time.”
Desiree froze when she heard the voice. That sounded like Mutt speaking.
She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head toward the location where she’d heard the voice coming from. When she did, she wanted to scream in anger.
Standing in the corner of the room was none other than that fucker Mutt and Daniels smirking evilly her way. She will have fun gutting both of them.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Desiree asked, her voice was hoarse from being dry and lack of use.
“Oh, this? Just us having a little bit of fun with the mouse we finally caught.” Peter “Mutt” Blevins cackled as he hit Daniels’s arm.
Desiree rolled her eyes at Mutt who always was the ignorant one between the two. Daniels had at least two brain cells rubbing together, she hoped.
“Can someone please explain to me why the hell I’m being kidnapped and tied up? I haven’t done shit to either of you.” Desiree growled at both men.
“Just like a fucking woman not taking responsibility for her actions. You fucking bitches like to think that you can hack it in a man’s world by joining the military or law enforcement agencies. Become doctors or lawyers. All things that men have dominated for fucking years. Now you woke bitches say that men need to cater to you. Fuck that.” Mutt spewed, spittle flying her way as he angrily gave his speech.
“Not only that, but they also don’t want to work in the homes anymore and take care of their men. They put off having children for the workplace. When a man asks for a fucking sandwich after dicking his old lady down, she refuses or just laughs. It’s bullshit.” Daniels added on, high fiving Mutt.
“Please. If I can move to fix you food after you supposedly gave me the dick, it wasn’t good dick. Good dick, neither one of us can move after a good fuck.” Desiree threw back at both men who glared at her in response.
Desiree grinned widely at both men knowing she was poking the bear and didn’t give a shit. She continued to work on the rope that was tied tightly around her wrists, which were behind her back.
From what she could tell, she was being held inside of a decent size room that kind of looked like a warehouse. She knew they weren’t in the main warehouse area, but at least a room that could possibly be an office, if not a storage room.
She couldn’t see any windows in the room, so she had been leaning more toward storage room at the moment. Her minddrifted back to the fact she was being held by both Mutt and Daniels.
She now wondered if Max knew Daniels had her. She thought the team had been called in for a meeting today, but seeing the fucker here with her, maybe it wasn’t the whole team but just Max.
“What is your plan with me? You do realize people are going to be looking for me, right? The entirety of my motorcycle club, my brothers, the police, thanks to said brothers, my husband…” Desiree drifted off on the last word.
“With our resources, they will be looking for a long time. They couldn’t figure out who it was fucking with you this whole time. Your ass just wouldn’t die the way we wanted, so now we’re taking more drastic measures. Our boss is being sent overseas with the uptick in shit going off with Iran and Iraq against our fucking country.” Mutt shook his head as he smacked Daniels on the chest.
“We’re joining the winning side.” Daniels smirked as he puffed out chest.
“Figures you two were morons.” Desiree chided as she rolled her eyes again at them. “Never could pick the winning side. Didn’t work for you last time either. Your bullshit cost Stephens his life and almost yours.”
Desiree glared at Mutt, her anger evident at the fact he was still alive and Stephens wasn’t. She’d lost count how many times she had wanted to find the fucker and take him out so that he could roast in hell.
“Your concern for my life or death is touching, Staff Sergeant Lewis.”
Desiree’s head turned swiftly at the new voice standing in the doorway. The color drained from her face when she saw the ghost of none other than her former team leader Stephensstanding in the doorway, smoking a cigarette and a evil smirk on his face.
“Stephens! You’re alive?” Desiree choked out, staring at the man in shock. “But I saw them kill you in that cave and then drag your body out of there.”
“You saw what I wanted you to see, Lewis. See, the CIA offered me a position I couldn’t turn down. Me getting captured and then ‘killed’ by the Taliban was the perfect cover story for me to go dark. Mutt was supposed to have died too, but our rescue happened way sooner than thought, so they were only able to stage my death.” Andrew “Longshot” Stephens walked into the room with an evil grin on his face as he stared at Desiree with hunger in his eyes.
“Your wife and daughter…they grieved you for years.” Desiree whispered loudly.
