The two goons who brought my girl out put the brakes on the platform while the one standing on it kicks her legs open. He smirks at me as he runs his hands up her back, dragging those nasty fingers down toward her ass before he smacks it.
“I will fucking kill you,” I spit, jerking against the ropes binding me. “I will destroy you for?—”
My jaw clenches, my teeth slamming together tightly as my back arches against the wood. My eyes go wide and my body starts to shake, and I can’t comprehend why. Not until I see the little stream of smoke in front of me and the smell of burning flesh assaults my senses.
I shake off the pain in my thigh, quickly refocusing on Liv, but I don’t miss the two guys on either side of me now, smoking cigars and laughing to themselves.
A tear catches on my girl’s lashes, glistening in the shitty lighting before I watch it fall, and somehow I know it’s not because of the position she’s in. She doesn’t like it, and I cantell she’s scared, but there’s a strange calm over Liv, too. Like her fear is a narrow scope and beyond that she’s trying to stay centered. That’s why I know that tear isn’t for her or anything else. She’s crying because they’re going to hurtme.
“Now then,” Mr. Clean says as he starts pacing in front of us. “Let’s start with the money. Where did you stash it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The smoldering hot of a cigar is pressed against my hip, burning through the cotton of my boxers and twisting until it sticks to my skin then tears when he pulls it away. I don’t react this time, or at least I try not to. I might tense up but I’m not going to give them the joy of seeing anything other than a natural physical reaction to pain. I have to keep it together for Liv, and I’m not going to give them what they want.
“The guns?” he asks.
“I don’t have a fucking clue. I don’t know anything about guns or money, and I don’t know where Dimitri is to ask him. You have the wrong person and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move on to finding them.” Not that I want them going after Dimitri but the asshole might deserve it, and I don’t want Liv caught up his shit.
I want her as far away from this as possible.
Another cigar is pushed into my ribs as the quick crack of a whip hits both of my thighs just below my dick. My fingers flex and muscles spasm but I bite my tongue.
No fear. No pain.
I learned that a long time ago, from Dimitri funny enough, and he was right. It doesn’t matter what they do, you don’t show fear or pain to your enemies.
“So,” Mr. Clean starts walking closer to Liv and my hackles rise. “Since you aren’t the man we’re after, I take it you have no idea where the little girl is, either?”
“No.” But I guarantee that’s my sister.
Oursister if they think D had anything to do with it. He and I don’t share blood, we don’t have any DNA in common but we are linked. Through our bond, and through the accidental child his father had with my mother almost four years ago.
Tatiana is always going to connect us and if she’s missing, I’ll kick his ass myself for letting it happen.
“Such a shame.” The ringleader of this goddamn circus grabs Liv’s face in his hand, squeezing her cheeks as he nods to the bastards around her before he lets go. “We were hoping to make this last a little longer but I’m not a very patient man. You don’t have to talk now, but it’ll be up to her how long you hold out.”
The man behind her grins at me as he unzips his fly, dropping his jeans low enough to take his dick out and when he does, I see fucking red.
“You’re dead!” I yell as he slams into my girl. “Fucking dead, you hear me?!”
I pull on my restraints again as that motherfucker starts pounding into her without a moment’s hesitation, without any preparation, and without one single shred of remorse as he takes the cigarette from between his lips and starts pressing it against her lower back. My right hand almost tears free on a guttural roar, my eyes fixed on Liv’s face, her tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
I swear it’s like she’s telling me to stop.
The expression she’s wearing, the way she’s flexing her fingers, how she almost imperceptibly shakes her head.
Liv is telling me to stop, she’s trying to keep me at bay as if she has things under control or some shit. It’s almost like she’s saying she can handle this because it’s familiar to her and I swear to Christ that’s what has me tugging harder at the ropes binding me.
This shouldn’t be happening at all let aloneagainfor someone as perfect as my omega, and that’s why I have to put a fucking end to it.
Even if Liv truly does want me to stop.
I won’t, though.
I’m not going to until we’re walking over their corpses and out that goddamn door together.
She grimaces in pain as the guys on either side of the platform start whipping her, the crack of their belts matching the pace the dead man has set as he continues to assault her.
