AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Even though he was weak, he sat up straighter and glared at me. “Why the fuck not?”
“Because Cindy isn’t exactly dead yet.”
“I’m sorry,what?” If looks could kill, I’d be a carcass right now.“You mean to tell me I’ve been locked in that goddamn cellar all this time and you still failed to—”
“Bitch at me later,” I argued with a stern raise of my hand. “You look and smell like utter shit and you need to preserve what little strength you have left. There’s two Outlaws guarding the door, and I haven’t been able to figure out a way to maneuver past them. Damien said she could talk anytime now, so we have to take the leap while we still have the time. Aside from that, the kitchen is loaded with all kinds of shit. You want me to make you a sandwich or something to hold you over until we leave?”
“If I had my gun, I’d shoot you in both fucking legs,” he growled.
I’d take that as a yes.
I raced away before he could throw in another rebuttal and dashed up the porch steps, immediately noticing the guards weren’t at their post when I walked in. They were in the living room, having abandoned their duties to receive lap dances from two underage sex slaves. On the other sectional was another drugged-out slave who was getting ate out, with a small group of openly exposed men stroking their cocks as they watched.
My dark eyes widened as I got a better look at the man wearing ridiculously expensive Italian leather feasting away on her soaked, swollen clit.
No fucking way…
Was that… Damien?
I took a step back then and peeked over my shoulder towards the dining room, and to my utmost surprise, the space there was oddly bare, which meant the other half of the party must’ve departed upstairs. With Damien distracted and everyone else being so boozed up and pussy struck, unaware of my presence, this might be my only window to get to the basement without getting caught.
Quietly stalking through the dining room, I popped a sharp left into the kitchen and nonchalantly strolled over to the fridge, baring my teeth behind my lips at the two Outlaws sitting at a table just inches away from the laundry room door. They were playing cards, Rummy by the looks of it. If I wanted to get past them, I had to hurry and whip up something else other than a fucking sandwich. I needed a distraction.
“Who’s winning?” I casually asked as I opened the fridge, grabbing some lunch meat and cheese before shutting it and moving on to the pantry next, snagging a bread loaf.
“Just started,” the guy on my left, Claxton, spoke first. “Want us to deal you in?”
I kindly shook my head, refusing the offer. “No can do. Boss put me in charge of Jace tonight. I gotta make him something to eat and then drive him home.”
“You mean he finally broke?” Twitch, the other guy asked, his large eyes stunned.
“I wouldn’t necessarily put it like that, but yeah. It looks like he finally came around to all of…this.”
“He’d be stupid not to,” Claxton threw in with a deep chuckle, shaking his head as he tapped the ends of his cards against the table. “Hell, he’s lucky Damien didn’t pump two lead rounds in his skull. Where is the dumb fuck anyway? Is he still in the cellar?”
I shook my head. “Nah. He’s in my car.” My movements froze after I pulled out two slices of bread and locked eyes on them. “You two wouldn’t mind keeping him company for a minute or two, would you? I’ll be done here soon.”
Claxton and Twitch shared a hesitant look. “We’ll have to run it by Damien first,” said Twitch. “He gave us strict orders not to move from this spot.”
“Damien is tongue deep in some random whore’s pussy and couldn’t give a fuck less about anything else. If you feel the need to disturb his fun, then by all means, go for it. That’s on you. All I’m saying is that Jace is in pretty rough shape, and I can’t be in two places at once. I just need to know that he isn’t out there face first in the dirt.”
There was a long, suspenseful pause.
“If we do this,” Claxton muttered, considering it. “What’s in it for us?”
“One hundred bucks a piece sound good?”
They shared another look, their brows raised.
“I’ll help guard the door while you’re gone, and to be fair, I’ll take the heat if Damien pops back in. Once I’m done making Jace’s food, I’m outta here. I won’t leave this spot until you’re back.”
“Two hundred and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
I nodded to that, hiding my smile as I reached deep inside my pocket for my wallet, pulling out the bills. The Outlaws jumped to their feet and inspected the currency closely. After they’d given me a nod and I shook their hands, sealing the deal, they were gone.
Tick fucking tock, Griffin. It was now or never.
I didn’t bother wasting the seconds counting to three or doing any of that pointless bullshit. As I abandoned the food on the counter, I entered the laundry room then quietly closed the door behind me.
