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A moment later, Tony grasps hold of one of my ankles and slides the knife underneath the denim, using it to cut away the fabric. The blade slices into my skin as it moves up my leg, and my tears come faster. The pain is already horrific, the fear has me paralyzed, but it’s only going to get worse, and it’s that fact that terrifies me.
“You’re right, Angelo. She is pretty when she bleeds,” Tony says as he starts on the other leg. I’m not brave enough to look down and see the mess he’s made. Part of me hopes he’s going to slice through my femoral artery and end it all sooner rather than later, but I won’t be that lucky.
Whatever they have planned for me is so much worse than death.
Tony tears the jeans from my legs at the same time Paul rids me of my shirt, and I’m left bare in front of them. The only thing covering me is my bra and panties, the pretty pink ones Rayne bought me the other day because he felt bad that I was locked up in the penthouse alone all day. Not that I was really alone, but if he wanted to guilt buy me things, I wasn’t going to say no.
“Such a pretty body.” Angelo’s gaze travels the length of me, the hunger in his gaze causing nausea to crawl up my throat. “I can see why Saint James is so infatuated with you.” He doesn’t move from his seat though, relying on his cousins to hook their arms underneath my armpits and drag me until I’m thrown to the ground in front of him.
My knees hit the carpet roughly, the bite of pain causing me to cry out and I hate myself immediately. I don’t want to be weak, I don’t want to show fear, but these men are ruthless. Ishouldbe scared of them and what they’re going to do to me.
I flinch the moment someone’s hands meet my waist, despite the fact they’re surprisingly gentle as they slide up to my lace covered breasts.
“Tell me, Emerson, are you a good little whore for Saint James?” Angelo hisses.
“I bet she sucks his cock real good,” Paul growls from my left, his rancid breath whispering across my cheek.
“Are you a dirty girl under the good girl act?” Tony asks from the other side.
I squeeze my eyes shut the moment another pair of hands move between my legs, barely holding back the tears pooling in the corners. Fingers work their way into my panties, roughly moving over my sensitive folds. There’s no gentleness. There’s no finesse. They’re going to take anything they want from my body, and that’s what fucking terrifies me.
“Lay her on the table,” Angelo orders, and the tears I barely held back a moment ago run down my cheeks. It’s every woman's worst nightmare, the thing everyone thinks happens to other people but will never happen to them… until it does.
Before I can think to fight, or scream, or even protest, my back is slammed against the small table I served drinks on only a couple of weeks ago. It feels like a lifetime ago, but it also feels like yesterday. Everything changed that day, but not in the way I thought it did. I never expected this to happen. Not my relationship with Rayne. Not falling in love. And certainly not being abducted and tortured by the most ruthless men in the city.
The air leaves my lungs in a rush, the hard wood hitting my back so hard I can’t catch my breath.
“If only Saint James could see his sweet girl now,” he sneers at the words but I’m not brave enough to look at him, not brave enough to move. His use of the term of endearment Rayne uses for me only has nausea rising back to the surface.
Angelo moves around the table, circling me like a shark circles its prey. His eyes burn with hunger and darkness, the intoxicating mix matches his brutal exterior so perfectly.
“The knife.” He holds his hand out expectantly and Tony delivers it right away. “I could grow addicted to the way you bleed, pretty girl.” His finger grazes the cuts on my legs and I flinch from the sting. The blade hovers over my stomach, the bare flesh pebbled with terrified anticipation. My body knows there’s pain coming. It knows that whatever comes next is going to break it. And it’s trying to prepare itself even if my mind can’t comprehend it.
The tip bites against the soft skin, Angelo pressing just hard enough to slice into me and I barely hold back the cry. It’s lodged in my throat painfully, and the further the blade sinks into my skin, the longer the cut gets, the harder it is to swallow.
My heart beats so hard in my ears I almost don’t register the sound of an explosion, or the screams of panic, or even notice the way Angelo abruptly pulls the blade away from my stomach. The only thing I hear is my name being yelled above the chaos.
All I hear is Rayne.
44
Rayne
Normally when we storm a building, I look forward to the bloodshed that lay ahead. I relish in the blood of my enemies, and every pull of the trigger is more intoxicating than the last. But this time is different. As the four of us walk in the front door of Aces, our heads raised high as Tommy takes out the men on either side of the entrance, I can only think about one thing.
Emerson.
Every moment we take to get to her, is another minute Russo could be hurting her, and therefore every moment it takes is a moment too long. My heart thunders in my chest as we walk into the main club, the only activity is the security he’s hired to keep us out, but there’s nothing that will keep me away from my woman.
“They’ll be in the VIP area,” Everett tells us, motioning toward the stairs immediately before Tommy throws a small explosive into the break room. The city plans Everett pulled gave us a good picture of this place, even if none of us had ever stepped foot into the club before.
I shake my head at Tommy. If they didn’t know we were here before, they sure as fuck do now. Storm heads toward the stairs, his gun drawn and ready to take down anyone that aims at us. I follow after him, taking aim at the mezzanine to cover us from any rogue security guards. Everett and Tommy flank me as we move as one up the stairs, all parts of the club covered by one of us as we ascend to where we suspect Russo will have Emerson. We couldn’t be sure because Tommy’s guy is stationed outside, but she’s somewhere in this building and this is our best shot.
Tommy moves ahead of Storm to survey the area before the rest of us move from the top step.
“I’m impressed,” a voice at the end of the corridor says. Angelo. The lighting is too dim to see his face, but I would recognize his smug voice anywhere. Everett moves off to the bar to look for the lights. They have us at an advantage knowing the layout where we’re blind. “You got through a lot of security to get here. Surely a piece of ass isn’t worth this.”
“Rayne,” Emerson sobs, the sound so broken it cracks the space in my chest I always thought was void.
