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So focused on the man before us, neither of us realize that the other has made his way behind us until he’s pressing the muzzle of a gun to Samuel’s temple. His voice is dark and terrifying as he says, “If you want us to go easy on her, and you don’t want to watch her bleed, you’re going to let go.”
Samuel reluctantly loosens his embrace, and the dark-haired man wastes no time pulling me against him. His free hand pulls at the sheet covering me as his fingers roam down my body.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Samuel growls as the blond with the gun wraps an arm around his throat and presses the muzzle painfully hard against his temple. It digs into his skin, and his face contorts in pain from the pressure.
“Just curious if she has a golden fucking cunt under here. Is that it, sweetheart?” the dark-haired man snickers as his hand finds my bare pussy. “The amount of money the boss turned down to get her back. It must be fucking magical.”
Futilely, I fight against his hold, but he only squeezes his thick arm tighter around me as he presses his finger into me. Pulling it from me and bringing it back to his face, he pauses to look at the wetness on his finger before sucking it into his mouth. “Tastes like any other whore’s cunt if you ask me.”
“You Motherfucker.” Samuel fights against the man holding him. Rage is coursing through his body. His nostrils flare, and I see the darkness in his eyes that chills me to my core. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
The dark-haired man pulls the sheet from me and lets it fall to the floor, leaving me naked before all of them. I can feel the boss’ men’s eyes hungrily roaming over my body, but Samuel’s stay locked on my face.
“If you didn’t like that.” I can feel the dark-haired man undoing his pants behind me as he speaks, and I know what’s coming. “You’re going to fucking hate watching me see if it’s her ass that’s so fucking special.”
Tears stream down my face, and I scream as he shoves me against the entryway table. The rough edge of the marble agonizingly juts into my hips as he forcefully bends me over the narrow table until my face hits the wall. I fight against him, but he’s too fucking strong.
Feeling him press between my ass, I see Samuel jerk violently from the corner of my eye. His head snaps back, and the gut-churning sound of a bone breaking fills the room. Blood pours from the blond man.
“You son of a bitch.” He whacks Samuel against the side of his head with the gun. “You fucking broke my nose.”
It draws the dark-haired man’s attention enough that he stops trying to shove himself into my ass. Instead, he pulls me back and slams my face into the marble with such force that it cracks. Blood flows down my face, the force of the fall reopening cut on my cheek.
Done with me—at least for now—the dark-haired man puts away his cock and lets me fall to the floor. I crumple against the hardwood floor, and everything is hazy as he storms toward Samuel.
“She’s a fucking whore.” The dark-haired man pulls a switchblade from his pocket and flips it open. “You should’ve just given her back.”
Without hesitation, he lifts his arm and thrusts the knife into Samuel’s chest. He grunts, and crimson immediately spreads across the white shirt.
“Samuel!” I scream his name as his eyes go wide from the pain of the knife being pulled from his chest.
“Shut that bitch up!” the dark-haired man shouts before shoving the knife into Samuel’s gut. The darkness in his eyes dims as he falls to the floor a few feet from me. Blood pools around his body as he stares at me.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters as his lids flutter, and his eyes fall shut.
“No!” I wail as the blond lifts his foot, everything going black the moment it hits my face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
SAMUEL
Fighting to open my eyes, I groan in my pain. My body feels like it was used as a fucking punching bag. Carefully, I shift my weight; my hand slips across the slick hardwood as I try to push myself from the floor.
Blood.
So much fucking blood.
Cora!
“Cora!” I call her name when I realize she’s no longer lying on the floor beside me.
Struggling to look around, I no longer see the two men that burst into my home. I somehow force myself onto my hands and knees through the searing pain, and I crawl toward the open front door. Any evidence of my visitors or Cora is long gone.
As I grab at the doorframe, my bloodied hands slide along the wood as I try to bring myself to my feet. Unsteady and using the wall for support, I grab my keys from the bowl on the now-cracked marble table by the door.
I need help…
Stumbling down the steps, coppery smelling droplets fall from me as I cross the cobblestone driveway to my car. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I head to the only person I know who will be able to find her.
