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“What do I want?” The man steps forward and grins. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Ruben Hinton, and these men behind me, they’re my associates. We’ve had an eye on you for a while now, and I have found you intriguing.”
“I don’t care what you find intriguing or not,” I mutter, glaring at him.
“I’m sure you don’t, and it doesn’t matter ‘cause you now belong to us,” Hinton remarks.
“No, I don’t,” I snap and tug at the restraints, though I know it’s pointless.
“You do,” he murmurs, lust filling his eyes. “We now own you and you will do as told.”
“What do you want to do first, Hinton?” one of the men behind him asks.
“First we brand her,” he answers and nods to the men on my right side. “Get it.”
What the hell does he mean brand me? Does he mean like a cow? I glance at the men on my right and find one holding a blow torch while the other has a branding iron.
Oh, hell fucking no. They are not about to touch me with that thing.
“It’ll take them a few minutes to get it ready,” Hinton informs me, stepping around me, his fingers sliding through my hair. The next thing he does is lean down to press his lips to the shell of my ear. “You’re now ours and will be until we’re say otherwise or decide to kill you. I know about you, Chelsea. You’re smart, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll do as you’re told. You will be ours, each of us. One after the other, we’ll fuck you. Take you. You’ll also work for us. And when the time comes, you will do as you’re told when we take those bastards who stole from us.”
“They didn’t steal anything,” I snap, jerking away only to slam my head back into his causing him to shout.
“You stupid bitch.” Gripping my hair tight in his hands, he yanks enough to draw a gasp from my lips. “You’re going to learn your place.”
“Fuck you,” I grind out.
“Oh, you’ll be fucking me and every other man in this room.” He cackles.
“Boss, we’re ready,” one of the goons says.
“Hold on a moment,” Hinton orders. “I’m going to have some fun first.” Releasing my hair, he reaches around and grips my shirt up and over my breasts. “Nice and full,” he murmurs, pulling the cups down. “Boyd, why don’t you come and give them some attention.”
I swallow back my panic as Hinton squeezes both enough to cause them to hurt.
I watch as the man he called Boyd comes forward and drops to his knees, about to put his mouth on my breasts when Hinton speaks again.
“Hold on a moment. I want her to know we own her all the way,” he announces. “Boys, bring the branding iron. Boyd, lean to the side. I want her mark on her left breast.”
No. No. No.
I try to struggle, but being tied to a chair, with Hinton’s hands on my breasts, I’m not able to move. No matter how much I want to.
One of the goons brings the branding iron over and places it right where Hinton tells him to. Searing, white-hot pain flows over me, and there’s no stopping the screams of agony from leaving my lips.
“Now, you can give them attention, Boyd.” Hinton laughs and pinches my nipples.
I clench my eyes shut. I’m not sure if it’s to block out the sight of the man in front of me, the one behind me, or the pain from them branding me.
That’s why I don’t see it until after I hear the first shot fired.
The hands on my breast instantly vanish. The guy in front of me is lying on his side, eyes wide and blood leaking out of his head.
Shouts fill the room, along with gunfire.
My head whips around, and a sigh passes my lips. Standing in the doorway alongside his brothers is Lucky. Never before have I been so thankful to see him. To have him come for me and save me. I know the last time I’d been kidnapped, I’d done my own rescuing. This time, he’s saving me when I knew there was no way in hell I could make it out of this without someone coming.
“Lucky,” I whisper his name, his eyes filled with rage coming to meet mine. He takes in my position, and the tick in his jaw becomes even more visible.
Lucky doesn’t say anything as he moves through the room, his gun aimed at the men. I keep my eyes on him and focus on him and the way he prowls toward me. His body is tense and he keeps focus on me. Not the others in the room. No matter that he has his gun pointed at those who took me.
