Yes, he is armed, but my legs are tied loosely enough that I can stand, even with my hands behind my back. One solid headbutt to his nose or jaw would be enough to knock him out, because Marcel is as slight as Blue. I would not be able to knock out Edgar easily like this, he’s big, even taller than me by a few inches, and he works out.
Ironically, Marcel himself eliminated the one person who could have been his backup, Gunman.
My heart starts racing.
Edgar, meanwhile, stares at Marcel like he is insane.
"You’re serious?" he repeats, like he cannot process it.
"Yes. Give me that pleasure."
"I don’t understand any of this."
"You’re not here to understand. You’re here to follow orders, Edgar."
Edgar’s face tightens, like he has just been kicked.
"You’re an asshole, Marcel. I’m not in the mood to rape him."
Marcel, like a chameleon, changes his expression in a second, smiling sweetly, fluttering his lashes flirtatiously, and whispering in a tempting voice, "Let’s make a deal. If you do it, and everything is fine, then I will make out with him and fuck him too. What do you say? Wouldn’t you want to watch? We do him together!"
Marcel smiles in a way that makes it obvious he is lying, but… Edgar’s combative mood actually softens a little.
"Wait. You think he’s planning something, don’t you? That thing Gabriel said was… ummm… some kind of code?"
"That’s too complicated for your cute little brain, Eddie. I’m not going to explain it."
Edgar’s lips twitch. Marcel is antagonizing even his own subordinate? How strange.
"I refuse," Edgar says through clenched teeth.
Funny enough, in this particular case I’m almost rooting for Marcel. Edgar needs to be eliminated as a threat, that much is certain.
Marcel presses his lips together. "Don’t disappoint me, baby. I’ll give you an incentive. Some people say Blue doesn’t have sex at all. Wouldn’t you want a sweet virgin like that? To defile this pure omega?"
An instinctive, low growl tears out of me. I hate the sound of his words, even if I know it will never happen.
As my growl resounds in the silence, Marcel’s words clearly start to get to Edgar.
Especially after I narrow my eyes and say slowly,
"I’ll kill you if you hurt him."
Marcel’s mouth spreads into a near demonic smile. He turns to me and raises the gun, almost pressing it against my forehead.
"And I’ll kill you if Blue hurts Edgar. And you know I won’t hesitate."
Silence falls.
That statement seems to bring Edgar some reassurance, and he grins broadly.
"You won’t mind if I touch him, Marcel?"
"Just this once, we’ll make an exception, for the sheer satisfaction of watching Blue Lowen get fucked."
"You’re sick," I snarl, setting the stage. "Bluenevereven kissed a guy in his life and you want to do something so horrible?"
Edgar’s grin widens even further, wider than I have ever seen it, as he moves toward Blue, who remains strangely passive.
