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His hands slide beneath her stomach seconds before he's yanking down her pants and panties, leaving her exposed. My fist slams down on the table, unable to handle one more fucking minute of this. Iknowwhat he plans to do to her and I will be fucked if I watch. "Enough! Let her go!" I growl, shooting out of my chair. "She's fucking innocent in all of this shit, father.Let. Her. Go!"
Gus doesn't even pause, just smirks as he lowers his zipper. "Juan!" he bellows. The grunt that brought the woman in moves from the door where he's been watching the show with sick fascination. In a planned movement, he steps right behind Maddox and presses the barrel of his gun to my brother's temple.
White, hot, rage consumes me. "Back the fuck up!" I bark, never losing sight of the fucking weapon that's threatening to take the last shreds of my fucking heart.
A fist collides with the side of my face, quickly followed by another to my gut. "Her, or your brother,hijo!Who are you going to save?Fucking choose,now!" Gus bellows.
I pause, panting heavily as my head spins and my stomach protests from the hits. My father may be smaller than me but he has always packed a hard punch, especially when you don't know it's coming. The room tilts on its axis as his demand registers in my brain.What the fuck?The click of the safety being disengaged rings through the room and I swear, it's so loud it sounds like a scream.
"Her," Maddox grunts, his eyes sliding to meet mine without moving his head. "Her, pick her."
My heart that hasn't stopped racing, sinks to my fucking stomach. He would give his life for her? Of course, he would, all of us would. It's not her fucking fault and she doesn't belong here. She has already lost her mother to a cause that had nothing to do with any of them. They are innocents caught in the crossfire of this cruel and sadistic fucks game.
She makes a low grunting noise that's different from the sobs she's been releasing this whole time and it draws my eyes to her. We stare at one another and though she can't speak, she says so fucking much with her eyes. Her breathing slows, her loud crying ends, only leaving silent tears leaking down her pretty face. She gives me a subtle nod before closing her eyes and relaxing her bent-over body onto the table.
She's making the choice for me.
Holy fucking shit. I'm going to throw up.
Fuck.
"Choose!" Gus snaps, landing another punch, this one in my ribs. I double over as my entire body protests this fucking situation. Dragging in deep lungsful of air, I make a choice that I will never forgive myself for. A selfish choice.
"Him," I choke out.
Maddox shouts a slew of curse words, but I can't hear them over the rapid beating of my heart that's pounding in my ears. Her eyes open again, locking on mine and she nods again as if she's sayinggood joband it almost fucking guts me.
I never look away from her eyes and I lose track of time. I block out the noises around me, the way her body jolts with every thrust as my father rapes her continuously in front of us. I block every single thing out except for the way her black eyes break as she loses a part of herself. A part that I know she wont ever get back. I wish I could do more for her. I wish that I could do fucking anything, but that gun never leaves my brother's head, and even though I've sentenced her to a life of fucked up memories and trauma, at least she still breathes.
If I had to clean my brother's exploded brain off of this table, I would have lost everything, including myself. So would Nyx and Stone. And Isabella….I don't even know what would have happened to her. She loves my baby brother already. She hasn't said it, but I see it in her eyes. She's already so fragile and she's lost more in her life than anyone ever should.
I'll be fucked if I let her lose anything else and I will end the world before anyone tries to take my brother.
It's selfish and horrible but I stand by my decision and I will find a way to help this woman. She will live, she will recover and I will find a way to help her through it.
I don't know how much time passes before Gus finally steps back, leaving her to crumple onto the floor.
"You boys want a taste? Her cunt is tight as fuck." He groans breathlessly as he tucks his small, limp cock back into his pants and drops down onto his chair, the woman still at his feet. She's silent and I pray with everything in me that she's passed the fuck out. We all stare at him with varying looks of disgust and horror making him laugh. Shaking his head like we're fools, he calls for his lackey. "Juan, call the buyer.Ella esta lista para el, nice and broken in."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Nyx booms, slamming his palms on the table. Gus never loses his smirk as he cocks a brow, staring expectantly at Nyx. They have a silent battle for dominance but it's useless, we already know who will win. Nyx growls but finally sits back down. My father huffs out a sound of disappointment like he was hoping for a fight.
"I told you. Diaz is fucking livid about his shipment being blown up under our watch and he wants his fucking money back. You will get it, one body at a time, starting with this one. The next time you find a straggler at a job, you bring her to me. You find someone who can turn a profit? You bring them in and you don't stop until this debt has been repaid. ¿Comprender?"
As much as it sickens me, I nod. Not that we'll do any such fucking thing and I already know, with one glance down the table at my brothers, that we also won't let this woman be sold. We will fucking find her and bring her back home. All we can do is work fast and hope to God that not only can we save her, but that when we do, she still has the will to keep living. I swallow down every single emotion that's swirling inside of me, creating a tornado that's ready to wreak havoc on this room and my soon-to-be dead father.
I swallow it all down knowing that I still have something to say that is so fucking instrumental for us, that I can't let the opportunity pass by, even if the thought of being in this room a second more makes me want to fucking puke.
"Permission to speak, Sir?"I have to play this right, fucking fuck.Gus smirks and nods, tipping his fingers in my direction like some sort of king on his throne. "Don't you think we should consider questioning The Broadway Boys?"
Gus's brows narrow in confusion and he cocks his head to the side. Ever the predator.
"Viper and Crusher were supposed to fuck off one at a time, into the gas station for piss breaks. They weren't supposed to leave the rig, especially into an entirely different business. They abandoned their post and just happened to be safely out of range of not only the shooters, but the explosion? Not only that, but when Nyx and Stone went back to find them, they were fucking gone. Haven't heard from them since. Have you heard from tío?" I already know the answer to my own question. I know he hasn't heard from my uncle because he's a fucking pussy and at the first sign of trouble, I have no doubt that he tucked tail and ran.
How he's the leader of such a powerful gang, I have no fucking clue.
Gus considers my words, and I see the exact moment he realizes what I'm insinuating. He's a paranoid motherfucker and in this situation, it works to our benefit. We won't even need to lift a finger. He already hates my uncle and thinks of him as less than. If Gus turns his sights on The Broadway Boys and convinces not only himself but Diaz that they are responsible for the Bakersfield job going the way it did, he will destroy them for us.
All we need is to fuel the fire.
