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Helene

Screams from the Daughters echoed all around me. The shrill sounds turned piercing as the rear doors of the truck were thrown open. Men invaded dressed in camouflage, wearing skull-faced balaclavas to hide their faces. Men who, a second ago, had attacked with savage ferocity, bringing this truck we’d been forced into to a standstill.

“Easy now.” One of the soldiers neared a Daughter, who cowered and shrieked, kicking out frantically in a desperate attempt to get away. But he just held up his hands. “We’re not going to hurt you, sweetheart. We’re here to save you.”

Hot, arid air burned against my lips as I sucked in a breath and stared up at the towering mountain of a man standing over me. Piercing rays of sunlight streamed in from the bullet holes that peppered the side of the truck. The sunlight sent bright slashes across his face, catching sparks in those dark, unflinching eyes. Eyes that shifted to the piece of shit next to me

“Bring him.” He commanded. “And this one.” He turned to me. “Is mine.”

Mine.

Mine?

I stared at that outstretched hand, then lifted my focus to the balaclava he wore…

No.

Not just him…

All of them.

“We have to go.” The towering mountain urged softly, his outstretched hand waiting.

Coulter’s guard lunged, grabbed my arm, and yanked me sideways, shielding him. “Try it and the bitch dies.”

I bucked as his hand found my throat, clenching tight.

“That’s it.” The bastard turned his head, inhaling my scent as those cruel fingers dug deeper. “Try a goddamn thing and I’ll fucking kill this ruined cunt right here.”

A trapped whimper throbbed in my throat. I waited for the mountain to react with savage ferocity, but he didn’t.

Instead, sparks ignited in that dangerous stare. There was barely a shift of his hand, a tiny twitch of movement.

BANG!

The bastard flinched, then dropped his hand and screamed in my ear as he grabbed his foot. “What the fuck? You SHOT ME!”

I shoved back from him, grasped the mountain's outstretched hand as he reached for me once more, and shoved to stand.

There was a bullet hole in the guard’s boot and blood ran in a tiny rivulet, glistening over the black leather.

“Who the FUCK ARE YOU?” Coulter’s red-faced guard roared.

One nod from the man who’d just saved me and his team snapped into action, grabbed the vile piece of shit, and hauled him to his feet.

Ruined cunt. Heat rose to claim my cheeks.

“Wait.” I croaked as they dragged him forward.

They all stopped, then looked at their commander. He tilted his head, watching me intently, then motioned me forward.

I could still feel the guard’s hand over my mouth and his hard cock pressed against my ass as I stepped forward. His lips were already curled in that vile, fucking amused sneer as I took a step, swept my hand behind me, and unleashed.

Slap.

His head snapped to the side. Fire lashed my palm, but it was worth it. It was so fucking worth it. “I hope you die screaming,” I croaked, then turned away.

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