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My back pressed to the wall in the hallway, I listen to the men heckling Lucia.
“Take turns. All of you take her at once. I don’t fucking care.” Hector’s tone is flat and devoid of any emotion for Lucia. “Just make sure she knows how happy we all are to have her back home.”
“Hector.” Lucia’s voice cracks as she cries his name. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Yes, you will,” he responds smugly.
Carefully peering through the doorway, my blood boils as I watch him grip her throat to tip her face toward his. “You’ll fuck every man I put before you. Willingly. Eagerly. Fucking enthusiastically—like the needy fucking slut you are. Convincing each of them to help me rebuild the empire you and that fucking nobody decided to destroy.”
“Okay,” she trembles. “Yes.”
“That’s my good little whore.” He lightly slaps her cheek. “You can start with three of them.”
thirty-six
LUCIA
“You can start by sucking my cock.” The middle-aged man’s voice sends chills down my spine as I place his voice. He places his hand on my shoulder and nudges me to the floor. Playing my part, I take my place on my knees before him. He unzips his pants and pulls out his flaccid cock.
“I preferred you tied to the bed.” He fists his cock and lifts it toward my mouth. “But I might be able to get used to the sight of you on your knees for me.”
Staring up at him, I fumble with the buckle of my belt.
“Are you that fucking needy,” one of the other men snarks, “because I can help you with that. I can fill your cunt while he fills your mouth.”
I swallow back my repulsion, and relief washes over me when I find the grip for each of the push knives concealed within the belt buckle.
Carefully pulling them free, I open my mouth to receive the cock mere inches from me. He inches forward, and I thrust the blades into his upper thighs. He screams in agony as his blood courses down my forearms.
Quickly pulling the blades from him, he falls to the floor before me.
The other two men standing above me are so consumed by the sight before them, they never see Raf coming. He fires off four rounds, dropping both of them to the floor beside where I kneel.
“Don’t!” Raf yells as he enters the room, pointing his gun at Hector.
“You stupid fucking bitch.” Hector shakes his head as he looks at me while I bring myself to my feet.
“She’s the stupid fucking bitch?” Raf scoffs. “Are you really so fucking naïve that you thought she’d crawl through that window, back to you, and back to the hell you had her in without a fucking plan?”
Raf swings the gun, and the audible crack of it hitting Hector’s skull fills the room. As he stumbles from the blow, Raf hits him again, and he falls at our feet.
By the time he wakes, he is securely tied to a large, upholstered chair. He spews profanities as I pour a bottle of bourbon over his head. It spills over his body and splatters into the already saturated chair.
Raf tosses a myriad of bottles at his feet before pouring a substantial trail toward the hallway.
“When I fucking find you—” Hector’s nostrils flare as he threatens us both.
“No.” I shake my head as I twirl Guillermo’s gold-plated lighter in my hand.
“Punta!” he yells as I walk toward the doorway. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.”
“I do.” I flip the flint of the lighter. “I’m letting you see what it’s like to live in hell.”
I drop the lighter into the pool of liquor beside my feet. The small flame grows as it dances through the alcohol spilled across the room. Reaching Hector, it engulfs the chair he sits in. Panicked screams spill from the room as Raf takes my hand, and we walk from the house.
Stepping through the door, I’m overwhelmed with a feeling a freedom.
All of them are gone.
