Page 71 of Reckless Vengeance

“If you head home alone, be careful,” he murmured, kissing my neck.

“I will. You guys be careful too,” I replied, giving him a quick kiss too before he got to his feet and left the room.

I considered napping, but I ended up wandering down to the kitchen to find a snack. There were still cup noodles from when I’d helped Tyler with groceries, so I made them and sat at the counter to eat.

The floor creaked behind me and I let out an exasperated sigh. “Marco, you really need to get your boss to give you more jobs to do if you have so much free time to stalk me.”

I turned on the stool, pausing mid-chew when I didn’t find Marco behind me.

“We can agree on that, Donovan. Those two are fucking useless,” Razor grinned, laughing when I reached for my gun. “Cute.”

He looked like shit. His face was black and blue, one of his eyes almost swollen shut, and his nose double the size as it was the last time I’d seen him. He had stitches across one eyebrow and a cut on his cheek too.

Rage wasn’t avenging his dead brother, he was simply punishing his puppet for stepping out of line.

“I heard Rage got his hands on you. He got you good. Murdering Slash without permission? Naughty little bitchboy,” I smiled sweetly, getting to my feet and making sure the safety was off.

“I just want to talk to the girl that Russo sacrificed himself for. You don’t seem that special, nothing worth dying for,” he mused, moving closer. “No woman ever fucking is.”

I moved behind the counter while keeping my gun raised, trying to call Skeeter. His phone was off, and Diesel’s rang out.

It took me a second to realize I’d tried calling Slash too, not knowing who else to call. If I called Caden or the guys, they’d just get hurt or killed.

“Why are you in Ashburn? What do you want me for?” I asked, trying to keep him talking while I figured out a plan, especially when four more men entered the room. They didn’t seem beat to shit, so it was obvious their boss copped the punishment alone.

“Your daddy got a little rough with one of our whores and killed them. I wasn’t very happy, that bitch made me good money, but I cleared the debt when he offered you up as a replacement. At first, I didn’t think you’d make much,” he said, completely unbothered by the transaction. “Your tits won’t exactly make up for hers, she had big knockers, but I know a guy that can probably give you bigger ones. Easy fix. You’re younger than she was too, so you’ll last longer on the roster.”

“Dad sold me again?” I growled, and he laughed.

“It’s basically a monthly occurrence. You’re not even surprised, right?”

“I’m not for sale.”

“Everything’s for sale if you know the right buyer,” he hummed, circling the counter to approach me.

“So that’s it? You’re just going to take me and expect me to be a good girl and get on my back for you? Make you money?”

“Oh, no. I hope you fight me on it. Do you know how much money girls like you could rake in when they struggle? I don’t want you to be obedient. I want you to scream, cry, beg to whatever god you believe in to have mercy. When you stop finding a reason to fight, the men who like a placid girl will start paying me good. The ones who like to pretend they’re fucking a corpse or someone unconscious? They’d love it when you eventually dissociate and shut your mind down. And when they get bored, I’ll bring you out at business meetings as the communal cum bucket. Business men are twisted, you know? They love running a train and fucking each others cum back in.” He licked his lips, running his gaze down my body. “Or you might be worth losing out on some money for a while so I get to break you instead. I deserve a little treat.”

“Can’t find a woman to fuck you willingly? No surprise there,” I scoffed, his guys chuckling to themselves like I’d said a joke.

“It’s no fun when they want it,” Razor shrugged, darting towards me to try and snatch my gun. I turned to run but he grabbed my hair and hauled me back, pulling me off my feet. I swung my elbows like a crazy person, catching his broken nose and making him curse.

He threw me to the ground so I was on my back and straddled me, and I heard someone laugh close by.

“Nice catch, boss.”

“You want my boys to have some fun with you?” he bit out, grabbing my shirt and tearing it down the middle to expose my bra. “I love it when they fight me. Usually they stop fighting by the third guy. I’d bet money on you making it to five. You’ve got a lot of hate in your heart that you use as fuel. I like that.”

“Only pieces of shit with little dicks have to force themselves on women,” I threw back, holding onto the anger so he couldn’t tell how fucking terrified I was. He’d only feed on it.

I had to calm down and think of a plan, panicking wouldn’t help.

“You won’t be saying that when my cock tears you in half. Ask me real nicely to use lube and I’ll get one of my boys to come on your cunt before I break it. Go on,” he chuckled, motioning for someone to hold me.

I suddenly smiled, a wary look crossing his face at how calm I was. He’d forgotten one fact.

I still had my gun in hand.