Smiling at the happy couple, we finally top the stairs, where the rest of our crew are waiting. Ryan does a quick headcount, and as I scan our group, I’m pleased none of us seems injured. “Great job so far, everyone. The outside guards are down as far as I can tell, which just leaves the ones inside. We don’t have a number for them, so keep on your toes. Open any closed doors as we make our way through the house, I don’t want anyone sneaking up behind us. We’ve made it here this far, let’s not fuck it up inside.”
Jase sends in the drone, and it appears this level, at least, is clear. We file inside, one by one, guns raised and wary.
Vincenzo
I stay up most of the night watching the monitors, making Daniella pay for her sins. Her rejection of me still smarts, as does the way she defended Cruz. It is clear she will let me do anything I want to her to save him, and it makes me want to scream at the unfairness of it all.
Pulling my cock out, I stroke it in time with her screams, watching her body try to tear itself from the restraints. I chuckle at the look of despair and grief on Cruz’s face as Daniella suffers. Now he knows how I feel. He took her from me, and my suffering will be his. Maybe I should subject her to the same fate as her mother, killing Cruz after making him watch. Cum spurts out of me, splattering across one of the monitors, landing across Daniella’s heaving body.
Yes. I think that’s what I’ll do. Daniella is damaged goods anyway. What I need is a young virgin to train and mold into what I need her to be. Maybe I can have my private doctor harvest Daniella’s eggs before I kill her. That would ensure my bloodline, and my new wife can carry the baby.
Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a yawn. Switching the electrical grate and cameras off, I curl up on the sofa, pulling a throw blanket over me. I’ll get a few hours of sleep, then carry on with my plans.
The sound of the blast sends me toppling off the sofa, falling to the floor in an undignified heap. Gunshots boom and I can hear men shouting. Fuck! Untangling myself from the blanket, I pull myself to my feet and dash across the room, my heart thundering in my chest. Pulling open one of the desk drawers, I grab a pistol, then make my way to the door. Stepping out into the hallway, I edge myself along the wall, then peer out the closest windows. The gate has been destroyed, a huge hole blasted through the wall.
What the fuck did that? Just then, I hear the sounds of helicopters flying overhead and another boom. Racing down the hallway, I glance out another window to find I now have a crater in my backyard. Gritting my teeth, I watch as the guards open fire on the helicopters.
Backing away from the windows, I race down the hall to a false wall, pressing on a certain point to make it open. Behind it is a locked door and I quickly enter the code. Pushing inside, I close the heavy steel door behind me, the false wall automatically closing behind it. I run my hands through my hair, breathing rapidly, my pulse rocketing.
The panic room was here when I moved in, and I had it fully stocked the same day. It’s not a huge space, but there’s a twin bed, a desk with monitors to view the cameras, and a toilet and sink tucked into the corner.
A small fridge hums in the silence, stocked with bottles of water, while a shelf on one of the walls holds a microwave and packaged food. I can live comfortably here for several days, by which time, whoever is attacking me should be long gone.
I can only assume these are Daniella’s friends, and I realize now the mistake I made. I should have found out more about them, making sure I knew my enemy. Maybe Daniella isn’t as useless as I thought. She might not be much of anything, but she was at least intelligent enough to find people that know what they’re doing.
Switching on the desk light, I power up the monitors. Cameras are situated around the exterior of the property, and there are several located on each floor. There will be plenty of blind spots, but I should be able to view most of what’s going on.
Pulling out the chair, I sit down and lean back, my gaze flicking between screens. While intently watching a group of people slaughter my guards, I almost miss seeing The Duke running up the stairs, a whip wrapped around her shoulders and other tools in her hands.
Throwing the chair back with the force of standing up, I lean forward, almost pressing my nose to the screens as I watch her free Cruz and Daniella. I let out a roar and pound my fists against the desk.
I’m a seething mass of fury, even more so when a young black man looks up into one of the cameras. I freeze as his eyes seem to bore into mine. A smile stretches across his face, and he waves at me, just as all my monitors go dark.
Chapter 67
Dutch
Afterhoursofstopand start torture, the grate finally goes quiet, and the red camera lights click off. My body slumps in relief on the hard grate, thankful for the release. I can’t look at Cruz. I can’t bear to see the rage and devastation in his eyes. My eyes flutter closed, the pain and utter exhaustion almost too much to bear.
Every ounce of my body hurts. My bones feel hollow, as if they could snap at any moment, my muscles feel weak and watery, as if they would collapse should I stand up. Even my hair hurts, and I didn’t think that was even possible.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I allow the darkness to consume me, the weariness more than I can cope with.
It feels like I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes when the first boom rocks the house. A weary smile curls my lips, and I carefully move my head to the side. Cruz is awake, his eyes hard as granite when they meet mine. “I’m okay,” I whisper hoarsely. He’s strapped in so tightly he can’t even move his head. Clearing my throat, I ask, “Did you sleep at all?”
“No. I had to stay awake in case he came back for you.”
My hand lifts to reach for him, but I can’t move. The door from downstairs crashes open, and The Duke rushes in, a wide smile on her face which falters when she sees us. “Fuck, are you okay?” she asks while going through a pile of keys in her hands. I won’t even ask where she got them from.
“I’ll survive,” I rasp, and she huffs.
She lets Cruz out first, who leaps toward me, running his hands gently over my body. “You are truly okay?”
“Yes, just in pain and exhausted. I feel like I’ve been awake for thirty-six hours and then got hit by a car.”
He flinches and runs his hands through my hair while The Duke works on releasing me. She has to resort to picking the locks, and once released, Cruz catches me as I can’t hold myself up. He holds me carefully, as if I’ll break.
“Why don’t you two stay here?” The Duke suggests. “Take a couple of weapons and lie down while I go upstairs and see what’s going on. I’ll help the others if they need it, then we’ll come down for you when it’s safe.”
