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The heavy bastardwith knuckles of steel is back and yanks my head up to face him again. I brace myself for another round of his fists, and whatever else he has in store for me. As this mob’s enforcer years ago, I know what’s happened to this point is mild compared to what the Chicago Mafia can and will do to me now that my cover’s been blown.
Instead of pounding my face some more the man unlocks the chains that hold me from the ceiling, and when he does I pivot, trying to get out from under his hold, but it takes considerable effort to remain on my feet. I might be able to overtake just one, but his partner joins in on the fun and they nearly drag me through the door into a room faintly lit by a lamp sitting on a desk in the far corner of the room. I know what they intend and fight them every step of the way.
A beautiful long-haired blonde with narrowed blue eyes is restrained by her wrists to the chain hanging from the ceiling. Her face is marred with red marks, her lip is split, and she has a trickle of blood that’s run downward to her chin. Everything I know about what this particular family does to women they capture makes my insides tighten as I look at her.
They pull my hands behind my back, restraining me to the vacant chain, leaving me standing beside her. “Let them hang for a while. We have orders, and need to talk,” the man I know as Dirk says to the heavy-fisted bastard.
Dirk sweeps his eyes over the blonde chained next to me slowly, leering at her sleek and sexy body until he finally reaches her eyes. Her lips tighten and entire body tenses, but she says nothing, leveling him with a stare that says what she doesn’t. Fuck you!
“Soon!” he says as if hearing her thoughts, turning on his black boot, and walking out of the room with my handler.
We’re so close that I can feel her body physically shiver as they leave. “What’s your name, Princess?” I ask as the door closes with a resounding thud and click of the lock.
“Marenah,” she says, twisting on her toes to look at me. It is with great resolve that I don’t let my eyes rove over the long, lean, toned body I saw secured there as I entered the room.
Instead, I focus on her eyes, and even in the dim light they are the brightest color of blue that I have ever seen, full of spark and steely resolve.
“This room is inescapable. I’ve looked for every possible route. Absolutely nothing,” Marenah says with obvious disgust, her eyes drifting to the sadistic equipment on the wall. All obviously intended to create mind numbing fear in their captives and then ultimately pain.
“How long have you been here?” I ask, trying to avert her attention, to shift the fear I see in her beautiful sky-blue eyes to something else.
“Only a short while, but long enough,” she says. My chest tightens and fists clench behind me with the need to do them strong bodily harm for touching one hair on this beautiful woman’s head.
“What’s your story?” Marenah asks. The soft melodious tone of her voice is even attractive. Soft and soothing, and her little Russian accent is sexy as fuck.
“My name is Prez. They think I’m a cop,” I say.
“I’m surprised you’re still alive,” she says, swiveling on her square-heeled boots to face me again.
She acts so tough, but then she looks at the wall past me. I twist to take in every tool that she’s looking at and cringe. It’s clear she’s trying to be strong but is absolutely petrified as she takes in all of the devices. She should be scared because I have an intimate knowledge of exactly how each of these implements are used. While that was never my job, I know the characteristics of the men who use them. They like pain and suffering and those tools are their favorites.
“Tell me, did they hurt you?” I coax, because although she acted indifferent to Dirk’s leering, she’s still focused on the horrors they could have in store for her. I can tell, her eyes are just taking it in, but her body is rigid and the scent of fear is pouring from her in waves. I have an overwhelming need to protect her from her own thoughts and to get her mind off of everything that’s happened or that causes her fear.
She shakes her lovely blonde head. “No,” she says softly, and my pulse begins to race, while my dick hardens with her defiance and flat out lie.
“If you were mine, you wouldn’t lie to me when I asked you a question, or you’d end up on my bed, getting your little pussy licked until you couldn’t come anymore and told me the truth,” I say.
I watch as her sleek and toned thighs covered in skinny jeans come together with desire, the shadow of her breasts tighten, and her nipples harden underneath the silky button-down shirt she’s wearing.
“Look at me Marenah,” I say, convincing her with my voice to do as I ask.
She starts to tell me but doesn’t raise her eyes to meet mine. She’s embarrassed about her situation. “Look at me when you tell me. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Marenah.”
It takes her a minute, but then after contemplating, she finally nods, leveling me with her gaze, fixating on my eyes and mesmerizes me as she speaks with that soft melodious voice and clearly Russian accent. “The big guy slapped me around after I kicked him in the balls, and grabbed a few handfuls, but that was it. They got a call and left in a hurry last night. It could have been much worse,” Marenah says.
She’s right, it could have been a hell of a lot worse, but that doesn’t diminish what happened or change what I intend to do to the person that laid hands on her. I’m sure Jay, is looking high and low for me. If that’s the case, and I’m betting it is, we have to bide our time. The fact that someone put such intimate hands on this woman and she’s trying to act strong, like it didn’t hurt her emotionally, casually shrugging it off infuriates the fuck out of me.
She still hasn’t told me why she’s here, and I don’t know why I feel such an inherent need to know, but I do. “I can get you out of here, but need to ask you a few questions, and you’ll be honest with me,” I say, drawing the breaths to speak in longer sentences with difficulty after the beating to the chest I took.
Marenah nods. “I’ll tell you anything that you need to know.”
“Why are you here?” I ask, twisting in my own chains to come face to face with her.
She contemplates for the briefest of moments. “They think I’m a drug dealer, from a different territory, from out of the country, but I’m not.”
