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I screamed into the gag, and the motherfucker laughed in my ear.
Rex ran the back of his hand down the side of my face. “And you’ll fucking sit here and watch the whole show. Try not to enjoy it. I dare you.”
I reared back to headbutt him, but he pulled away too fast for me to make a connection.
He waggled his finger in my face. “None of that now, little girl. You do remember how violence makes me rock-fucking-hard, Boudicca?” When he stood, his bulging crotch was at eye level.
Sick fuck! I did remember—all too goddamn well.
Lynch and the other asshole wrestled my brother onto the bed. My brother was a big man, so it took significant strength on their parts to get him face down on the blue bedspread while Celt let out a string of profanity laced with his own threats. “I’ve got a fucking cell with your name on it, Lynch!” he growled.
Celt twisted, trying to flip over, and I held my breath, seeing him find a small weakness in their grips. But then Lynch flipped him and pressed his forearm against his shoulders with all his weight behind it. The prospect asswipe tied Celt’s wrists and ankles one-by-one. Celt’s protests were absorbed in the king-sized pillows as he thrashed, still face down and spread eagle on.
The whole time, I strained against my bounds too... to no avail. When they finished securing Celt to the pillars at the four corners, I whined around the gag. Fortunately, my brother still had his clothes on, so Rex wasn’t planning to rape him. At least, I really fucking hoped that was the case.
Rex watched the whole thing with a smirk sitting on his nasty lips. He twirled the baton and then, from his back pocket, he pulled out a box-cutter. “Gag him,” Rex said, flashing a grin filled with pure malice in my direction.
Once my brother was gagged, the two men left the room.
“Holler if you need us, boss,” Lynch called as he pulled the door closed. The bastard was as calm as if he were leaving us in a massage studio.
The sounds outside the room grew louder. My heart pounded in my ears along with the chaotic beat.
My eyes met Celt’s. Tears leaked as I held his terrified gaze. Silently and slowly, Rex approached him from the other side of the bed. He laid the baton on the bed beside Celt and petted it lovingly before he pushed the blade of the box cutter up and flashed me his nasty teeth once again. I jumped, moving the chair only a bit, but enough to give me hope. I tried again, but the chair jumped backward, the opposite of the direction I needed to go. Fuck! I pulled my hands against the ropes so hard it burned. One wrist twisted, but it pinned me even further.
“Please, no,” I tried to say, but only a muffled sound came out.
Celt’s voice echoed mine, something equally unintelligible.
Fuck! No. This wasn’t going to happen. It wasn’t ... happening. Something wet trailed down my cheek.
Rex sliced through Celt’s jeans, nicking his skin and causing blood to well and drip and stain the denim as he cut away the material. Celt heaved at the ropes and yelled against the gag in his mouth, but I couldn’t understand anything he said. Tears coursed in hot rivers down my face and further wet the cloth in my mouth. I worked my jaw to try to break free of it.
Rex looked over at me. “You ready to talk... Boudicca?” He enunciated each syllable of my name tauntingly.
Celt shook his head, his brows drawn and eyes pinned on mine, reinforcing to me that he wanted me to keep my mouth shut.
I bit down on the gag.
“Very well.” Rex adjusted his crotch and continued.
He released one of Celt’s legs. Celt kicked, but Rex was ready for that reaction. Soon he had my brother’s knee bent and wrenched up underneath him. He tied a rope around his thigh and calf so that Celt couldn’t straighten the leg, then he anchored it back to the bed post. Rex did the same to the other leg.
I cried out, desperate for someone to come help, but the music in the other room swallowed my already muffled screams.
Celt, with his arms spread and his ass forced up in the air lay there exposed and raw. From my angle, I saw his cock and balls hanging between his legs and tears reflecting the lamp light in his eyes. I sobbed, but I wouldn’t fucking look away. This was my fault. He turned his head away from me, obviously he couldn’t hold my gaze through what would come next. It had happened to me twice before, once by this fucker who was about to do the same to him. Bile burned its way up my throat, knowing that I was going to have to watch as Rex ripped apart one of the strongest men I’d ever known.
36
Wilde
When the door opened again, four men came inside, my old man in the lead. Next up, a fucking AX3 member I recognized from The Diamond that night when all the shit went down and they’d fucking tried to frame me and get me sent to the slammer. The seven-foot cokehead came in next. Pulling up the ass-end: Celt’s friend, Cook.
“What the ever-loving fuck?” I spat, glaring at him. If Cook was here, what had happened to Bou and Celt?
Cyd shot me a shut-up glare and said to the AX3, “Tell Paola I got him. And that she should stop sending boys to do the men’s jobs.”
AX3’s face turned red. “He fucking set us up.”
