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Chapter 17
Sarena’s heart raced as she watched the man in front of her move toward her.
“I’m sure you are wondering why you are here,” he began, his goons stepping away from her.
“Who are you?” she questioned him. She watched him pace the floor in front of her. “Where am I?”
“I am Silas Tyree.” He paused and leveled his cold eyes on her.
“What do you want with me?” she asked.
A smirk appeared on the gangster’s face as he turned to her.
“You have Marcas MacArthur to thank for you being here. Because of you, I will be able to get my revenge on your dear boyfriend,” Silas snarled.
She shifted her body, kneeling before him. He continued to pace back and forth.
“It was his bullet that killed my cousin, Trevor. Not only did he and the SWAT team cause me to lose almost a million dollars in weapons and cocaine, but he snuffed my cousin.”
Horror filled Sarena. She stared at the gangster and had to bite her tongue to keep from defending Mac. She was sure that if he had to pull his trigger on a suspect, he probably did it to save his own life. She dared not verbalized her thoughts by the looks of the crazed gangster in front of her.
She needed to stay alive until Marcas could rescue her.
“He took my cousin’s life, and I will take his woman. An eye for an eye. It’s such a shame that you would have to pay for the sins of your boyfriend. You are such a pretty little thang,” Silas snapped. He leaned in and gripped her chin.
She tried to wrench her face from his hand, but he just laughed.
“Such spunk.”
“I know how to break them.” Taser chuckled from his corner of the room. “Give me thirty minutes with her and I’ll knock the fight out of her.”
She cringed with the thought of being alone with the huge gang member.
“I don’t think she’d liked that.” Silas threw back his head and laughed again before he turned serious. “But I don’t give a fuck what she doesn’t like. I will give you to my men and let them have their way with you.”
“No.”
She shook her head as his menacing chuckle filled the air. His eyes narrowed on her, and she knew there was no way she would allow any of his men to come near her. She would fight until there was no breath left in her body. She would rather die than lie down with his goons.
He snatched her face back in his hand and forced her to look into his cold, calculating eyes.
“They wouldn’t be loving and kind either like your tough boyfriend. They will fill you with their cocks. You will beg for a bullet after my men are done with you, and you know what? Even then as you are begging for me to kill you, I’ll give you to them again,” he spat.
The goons in the room laughed and called out lewd remarks of where they’d like to put their cocks.
“You will suffer, Miss Rucker. All because of Marcas MacArthur killing my cousin Trevor Tyree.”
He pushed her face away, and she fell backwards. Silas and his goons shared a deep hearty laugh at her fear.
She struggled to right herself on the floor, turning her body on her side and resting on her uninjured shoulder.
She glared at him and prayed Marcas and his men would be arriving soon. Fear gripped her that she may not live to see him again, but she did wish for one thing.
That Marcas would be sending Silas straight to Hell.
The air in the BEAR was tense as the team was driven to the location that they hoped the Demon Lords would be holed up in.
Mac was focused. A strange calming feeling came over him, one that washed through him every time he and his team were dispatched. He would channel his anger into finding Sarena, and the moment he got the chance, his trigger finger would be only too happy to send Silas to the depths of Hell to join his cousin.
