And the smirk that crossed Bullet’s face made me sick to my stomach. “Don’t mind if I do, then. Hold him, gentlemen.”
Almost as if it were playing in slow motion, I watched Bullet toss Fangs into the arms of two brutish men that held him back. They clung to his arms while Fangs fought against them, and I watched painfully as Bullet took each and every step down to my level. Down into the rotten, disgusting basement he had tossed me into well over a week and a half ago. I quickly scooted back. Fangs yelled my name and it was the most incredulous sound I’d ever heard in my life. He sounded scared. Genuinely afraid of what was about to happen. And while I knew nothing about the man, he didn’t look like one to panic. Maybe a bit overdramatic, but not someone who I’d consider jumpy.
Which meant my night was about to get a hell of a lot worse.
“Now,” Bullet said as he yanked me up by my hair, “let’s see how the older sister kisses, shall we?”
I spat in his face. “Over my dead body.”
Bullet smiled. “I’m sure we can arrange that.”
He forced my lips to his and his scruff raked along my skin. I hated the sensation. It was a sensation my father used to rub along my skin every time he came home from work. Theresa would laugh and laugh at how much it tickled, but it used to genuinely hurt me. I used to push my father away, yelling at him to stop while he chuckled because he honest to God thought he was playing with me.
I tried to wiggle my arms in between myself and Bullet, but he had me pressed against him way too tightly for me to achieve that. So, I did the next best thing.
I allowed him enough of my mouth for his lip to slip between my teeth, and I bit the ever-loving fuck out of it.
“Ah! What the actual fuck!?” Bullet roared.
I stumbled back as his blood dripped down my chin. “I hope you rot in Hell, you useless son of a bitch!”
“Yeah, well,” he said as he dabbed at his mouth, “I’m sure you’ll meet me there in due time.”
“No, Bullet! Stop!” Fangs exclaimed.
Before he balled up his fist and knocked me the fuck out.
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“God damn it, Bullet! Keep your fucking hands off her!”
Spit flew from my mouth as I fought against the men holding me back. I watched them down at the bottom of the steps, and as Julia collapsed into that water puddle, completely unconscious, I watched as Bullet fiddled with his belt buckle.
And that shit was absolutely not happening on my watch.
“The more you fight,” he said as he zipped his jeans open, “the more fun I’m going to have killing you and your men. So, you better shut the fuck up and sit down, otherwise your fight will mean the death of dozens.”
I threw my head back into one of his men’s faces, shattering his nose with my skull. “Leave her alone and I’ll stop.”
Bullet looked up the staircase at me. “Already got a crush on your little basement dweller? That tracks. You and your men seem to be falling like dominoes to these pathetic—”
“Watch it,” I growled.
As his stare locked with mine, he froze, and so long as he didn’t make a move toward Julia, I was just fine. I held my breath as my arms fell asleep because of the tight-ass grip his men had on me. And as he zipped his pants back up, relief rushed its way through my veins. Bullet meandered back up the steps, tucking his shirt back into his pants as his stare stayed focused on my face. And as he stopped at my side, he snapped his fingers.
Causing his men to drop my arms.
“Jesus,” I hissed as I rotated my shoulders, trying to stretch them out.
Bullet chuckled. “Don’t worry, I still have her sister upstairs.”
The hitched gasp that came from the bottom of the steps broke my heart. Bullet brushed past me, taking his minions with him before the basement door slammed closed. I tore down the steps, falling to my knees before sliding my hands underneath Julia’s body. And as I slowly lifted her into the air, the groans of pain that fell from her lips stoked a fire of anger inside of me that I’d never experienced before.
I wanted all of them dead.
And I didn’t give a shit how it happened.
