But the crack of her hand against his cheek was the only sound that answered me.
“Stay still, you little cum dumpster,” Burnface hissed.
“What the fuck did you just call her?” Dante asked with that chilly voice of his.
Rachel turned back to me and closed the distance between us. She gripped my chin, and I tried pulling away, but the man behind me fisted my hair and straightened out my gaze. She held me steady as a smile crept across her face. A smile that lit up her features exactly the way mine did.
I didn’t like being her twin.
“Maybe you are a bit… feisty,” she said as she tilted her head. “Good. Means you’re not a complete waste.”
She pushed my head off to the side and I held back my whimper of pain. How the hell I ever thought I could help that woman was beyond me.
Just more ways for me to feel stupid while standing there fucking naked in front of the whole ass world.
“I’ll accept my payment now,” Rachel said as she peeked over my shoulder at the man holding me against him.
“Leave us be,” the man said, “and we’ll send it.”
Rachel giggled. “I wasn’t born yesterday. Transfer the money now, and when I’ve got it, I’ll leave.”
They stared one another down for the longest time before the man behind me relented. My body shuffled with his movements while he pivoted and swayed, and the entire time I kept my stare locked with my men. With Axton and the growing bruise on his cheek. With Dante and the anger seeping from his entire being. With Mav and the red-faced worry that filled his body as he continued to struggle against the zip ties.
Then, Rachel’s phone lit up.
“Perfect,” she said, tucking her phone into her bra.
Then, she turned to me.
“Thanks, sis. I really owe you one.”
“NOW!” Axton bellowed.
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AXTON
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
POW, POW!
BOOM!
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!”
Dirt puffed up in small clouds of dust as bullets sank into the ground around my feet. Brielle’s shriek rose above the chaos as the men who had followed us came out of the woodworks. Joules appeared on the roof of the abandoned warehouse, sinking .50 calibers next to Rachel’s feet. Rocker and Locker came out with their goofy asses, twirling their guns around on their fingers as they pegged men left and right in the knees.
While the three of us sawed our zip ties off against the rusty van that had transported us.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!” Brielle screamed.
The second my hands freed themselves, I charged her body. Her shivering, trembling, quaking form. I wrapped my arms around her and sprang to my feet. Bullets sank into the ground where we once stood, and I barely managed to scoop her against me before she flailed her feet.
“Let me go, you son of a bitch! Fucking coward!”
I gripped her hair and yanked her gaze up to mine. “Brielle, it’s me.”
She immediately stopped fighting and tears sprang to her eyes. “What’s going on? What’s happening?”
