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Footsteps had one of my eyes opening the slightest amount. Saul was still behind Mary, even more out of my sight. He moved in on the side of her, his fingers gripping her hip from behind. “And we’ll get there very soon. But first…” He moved around, his face coming into view. My eye lowered, closing, and I knew he’d probably missed it. One footstep. Another. On the third, I opened my eye the smallest amount again and let them fly open as I caught his gun trained on me only a few feet away. I rolled more toward the wall closest to Mary and pointed away from her as my hand flew up and I pulled the trigger. Blood oozed from the wound in the front of his thigh and he buckled, falling to his knees. I shot at the gun, watching it fly from his hand and slide a few feet away on the floor.
“You were always pathetic when it came to anything but beating slaves. Now, I’m going to be the one to enjoy this.”
I stood, keeping my weapon aimed at him as I grabbed his gun and put it at the small of my back. I walked over, untying the rope that restrained Mary. Her arms dropped and I caught her as her legs gave out. Grunts of pain left my uncle, but I ignored them as I steadied Mary.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so,” she said, sniffling.
“Good. I need you to listen to me and follow my orders. Do you understand?”
Blonde hair swayed as she nodded and I untied her hands. She cried out as she tried to lift her hand to wipe away the tears.
“I need you to go sit down against the wall and not move until I come back out and get you. Do you think you can do that?”
Her eyes went to the back wall and then to my uncle. At her glare toward him, she nodded, confidently. “I’ll be waiting. Take your time.”
I almost smiled, but instead, I handed her the gun. “If anyone you don’t know comes up, feel free to shoot them.”
“Gladly.”
I left her side and grabbed the rope. At me stalking forward, removing my shirt, Saul tried to crawl away. I placed my gun in the lining of my pants and weaved my fingers through his hair, jerking him up.
“No, don’t do this. Zain, we’re family. Zain.”
I stuffed the bloody part of my shirt into his mouth, more punching my fingers into his mouth than anything. Saul gagged while I tied the cloth around his head.
“Yeah, we’re family. Can you taste it, Uncle? They say blood is thicker than water, but I’ll take water over bad blood any day.” My palm flattened on his back and I pushed him toward the restroom with everything I had. The door exploded open at his force and he fell to the ground, catching his head on the sink on the way down. I stormed forward, grabbing for his shirt as I tossed him in the bathtub.
“Speaking of blood, I do believe you owe me some. Did you really think you could take my child away from me and live? Did you think I wouldn’t find you and make you pay?”
I pulled out the knob, cranking the water to as hot as it would go. With his head toward the drain, I waited for the temperature to increase.
“The pain you’re about to experience is nothing compared to what you’ve done to me or Lily, but I’m sure as hell going to try to make it as even as possible.”
His shoulder-length hair floated in the pooling water, mixing with the blood that seeped from the deep laceration on the side of his head. I reached into my waistband and pulled out my knife, clicking it open. As I rose higher on my knees, my other hand grabbed at the shirt he was wearing. The blade slid easily through the material until his chest and stomach were exposed. His eyes went wide and I could tell he was still somewhat out of it from the fall. Muffled sounds filled the room and he began to thrash.
“Why don’t we start where you caused the most pain for my slave.” I slammed my hand over his mouth and plunged the tip of the blade into his lower stomach, slicing toward his navel. He screamed and I pushed harder on his mouth. “Do you think that’s the sensation she felt when you repeatedly kicked and punched your fist into her stomach?” I narrowed my eyes. “No? How about this?”
Before I had only used maybe a half inch of the blade, but this time, I pushed in deeper, dragging up the other side. Scorching water burned my fingertips and I lifted my lip in disgust as I stared down at his struggling body.
“Perhaps I’m getting a little closer. If I remember correctly, which, trust me, I haven’t forgotten a single bruise you placed on her body, I do believe you made sure to get her entire midsection. Let’s take care of that area, too.”
The constantly low-pitched screams surrounded me and I didn’t take my eyes off of his while I lightly cut my way higher up his stomach. The blood made my hands slippery and I gripped tighter, using his body as resistance to get better grip.
“Oh, yes. This is definitely making me feel better. How do you feel, Uncle? Are you beginning to regret hurting Lily and all those poor girls? I hope what I’m doing to you isn’t shit compared to what you’re going to experience in hell.”
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Hands were suddenly gripping my arms and pulling me to stand. I jerked against the restraint from behind, not ready to be finished. Gaige’s voice barely filtered through, but all I saw was my knife floating in the water. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and watched Saul’s eyes roll. He wasn’t fighting anymore. Crimson soaked his stomach and chest. Spray littered the side of the tub. He’d bled so much that the little amount of water surrounding him was a mixture of light and dark red.
“Fuck,” Gaige breathed out. “How the hell am I going to explain this?”
“You’re not going to have to.” Blake walked around the edge of the door, a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth as he stared down into the tub. “Nice work. I’m impressed. Although, I’d say you got a little carried away and made him bleed out a little too fast.” He tilted his head and followed the steam up to the ceiling. “But the hot water was a nice touch.”
Gaige let go, shaking his head. “Okay, we can compare later. Blake, call who you need to and…do your thing. Me, I’m getting Zain and Mary out of here.”
Pounding footsteps had all of us looking over. Slade broke up the stairs, barely looking at us as he turned and rushed deeper in the room. Crying told me he made it to Mary and I was about to turn away when I saw Lily rush through the opening. Dark hair hung loosely from the pins and she wasn’t wearing shoes. I could barely process what I was seeing before she was throwing herself into my arms.
“I thought you were hurt or…” She held me tighter and I wrapped my arms around her, wincing at the pain at the top of my shoulder and my side. Both were just nicks, but the stinging was hard to ignore.
