“Your father sinned, and he needs to pay.”
I scoffed and started talking, but it was no use. The man’s grip on my mouth was so tight that I barely got the words out.
“Hand,” the man simply said.
And just like that, the man holding me hostage moved his hand from my mouth to my neck.
Before he gripped my throat so tightly that I gasped for air.
“What the hell could a 70-year-old man have possibly done to you guys?” I choked out.
The man behind me chuckled. “Can’t fuck with our money and get away with it. We got bills, too.”
I bucked against him, hoping that my cell phone in my back pocket whapped him right in his ballsack. But instead, his grip around my neck grew tighter.
Before his lips found their way to my ear once more. “Don’t tease me, little girl. You might not like what happens after if you do.”
I tried my best to focus. “Where is my father?”
Behemoth tilted his head. “Interesting.”
I gnashed my teeth together. “If you don’t give me the answers I want, or I don’t like the answer I get, there will be hell to pay in ways you’ve never seen. Now, where in the fuck is my father, you worthless piece of shit?”
Behemoth grinned. “Promise?”
Hope drained through my tired ankles. “What exactly did my father do to fuck with your money, or whatever the hell it is you think he did?”
The man behind me snickered. “It’s cute, you trying to get answers out of us.”
I tried to rip away from his grasp, but he only wrapped himself tighter around me.
“Tell me what he did!” I yelled as loudly as I possibly could.
Which, quite frankly, wasn’t very loud at all.
“Tie her up and toss her somewhere,” Behemoth said, “I’m tired of her.”
The man behind me chuckled. “You know, it’s been a while since we made an example out of someone. We could take them both.”
Fear gripped my throat as the mountain man in front of me devilishly smiled. “An example. That might pull the guys out of the woodworks for a bit of fun.”
“Plus, we’re very overdue for reminding our fellow townsfolk exactly who we are.”
My voice grew hoarse. “I can’t wait to see you bastards slapped in handcuffs. You’re going to pay for this!”
The man behind me strengthened his grip on me so tightly that my arms fell asleep all the way up to my shoulders. Behemoth moved toward me, cloaking me in his shadow as his body heat raged against me. It grew harder to fight. Harder to see straight as my fear overwhelmed me.
But, when I felt his fingertips dancing along my skin, I shoved myself so far back into the man behind me that I felt his stiffened dick against my clothed asscrack.
“Mm, mm, mm,” the man behind me hummed. “Or, we could take her for another reason.”
“Over my dead fucking body,” I glowered.
Behemoth licked his lips. “She’d be quite a ride.”
“I would rather choke on my own denim jacket than get naked with you,” I spat.
You know, before I gathered spit and snot into my mouth and hocked it out at his motherfucking face. The man didn’t even flinch, though. He simply raked his leather-bound arm over his face as Hell itself settled behind his eyes.
