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It took every ounce of my willpower not to cast her a prideful glance. I may have if tears from the pain of my yanked hair hadn’t blurred my eyes. Of course, if Armon didn’t arrive soon, I would be too broken for that pride to matter. As we drew to the end of the table, I blinked several times to see Nikki cast her own smirk on me. One that said she’d won.
Bobby quickly had me thrust forward against the mahogany wall. “String her up,” he ordered, and two tall men were quick to obey and spin me, so my back was to the wall and arms were raised high. The room held eyes on me as ropes dug into my wrists, and I had to stand on the tips of my toes to stop the pull on my arms.
The grimy man wiped his stringy hair to the side and sauntered over. With a hand to my neck so I looked his way, he said, “You aren’t going to be able to walk after we’re done with you.”
I wanted to knee him in the crotch, but that was something Katya would have done, and it would only speed up the process of pain. Not that he wouldn’t have been able to block the action, but I desperately wanted to.
Even as he glared at me, he spoke loud, “The wife too.”
A surprised sound came from Nikki, and when the man stepped backward, two goons had her by the upper arms.
Justice! No matter how small the act, she would get her comeuppance. Maybe they would start with her.
“No, I—” her feet dragged.
The obese man’s attention went to Nikki as she was forced several feet to my left. “You’re going to be just fine, Nikki. Armon needs to be reminded of what we do to the loved ones of our enemies.”
From the corner of my eye, I got the view of her being bound in the same fashion as me. Her vain struggles had the men roughly tying her wrists and yanking upward. Once they had finished, she struggled on her toes to free herself. There would be no action either of us could take to get out of these bindings.
My humiliation began as fat fingers held a short blade in front of my chest. “Let’s see what’s under these clothes.” He sliced down through the fabric at the V in the neckline. If only I could tell him what Armon would do to anyone who held a blade to me. The despicable man would learn, though, and hopefully Nikki would be the one he focused his abuse on first.
Chapter Fifty
Armon
Despite wearing clothes too tight to hide a gun, the two men posted at the mansion’s entrance patted me down. Both seemed humored at my lone entry into the wolf’s den without tech or weapon. Their arrogance would be their death soon.
“They just sat down for dinner,” one said.
The other grunted with amusement. “We know how much you enjoy dinner parties.”
The statement was true. Dinner was the best time to interrupt pricks who had slaves locked away to suffer medieval cruelties while the abusers stuffed their faces.
We walked the large foyer through a long, elegant hall then to the end to closed, wide double doors. Each man pulled open a door for me.
“Thank you,” I casually said as I strode in to see what I would be up against.
The sight of my Sweet bound with her top sliced through and the obese Bobby’s hand at the band of her short, silky sleep bottoms had a rage pulse through me. Her head slumped forward, but she didn’t look like she’d been physically harmed.
Beside her, Nikki also dangled, and had a thick, black band wrapped around her throat. At least they decided to use the shock collar on her. The moment she saw me, a sob escaped her, cut by a short cry of pain from the shock collar. That was one way to shut her the fuck up.
Including Bobby, ten men were on his side of the room, and to the nearer end of the table, I spotted Katya with Tomas’ arm over her shoulder. No bindings or shock collar; nothing to show she’d been harmed. Behind him were three more men. Tomas mentioned three men were his, and the rough, recognizable mercs were in this room. What was he playing at?
“Join us,” Tomas said with delight.
Assuming the insane bastard helped me, it would be a five to eleven fight if my crew didn’t arrive in time. Six to eleven if Cade managed to come in from the door behind Bobby.
I turned my head back to Nikki, fists clenching, and a scowl on my face. Unwilling to let my emotions get the better of me, I went close to Tomas and plucked up a glass of wine before sauntering midway down the table, where I pulled out a chair. Still studying the room, I took a drink.
My attention turned to Bobby, who pushed stringy, orange hair from his brow.
“I have something of yours,” the obese man spat as he circled behind my Sweet.
My shaky hand tapped the wine glass as I watched, not daring to glance at my Sweet One. “You have a few somethings; including my unborn child.”
He continued around to my wife, whose red cheeks shimmered with tears. Another hiccup from her ended in a quick shriek of anguish.
“Everything will be okay,” I assured her with a warm tone.
