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Of course, I placed a tracker on her. I attached a little onyx fox charm on her bracelet when I laid her in her tiny bed, and thank the fucking heavens I did. If they so much as touch a hair on her head, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.

13

Justice

“Did you tie her up?”

“Yea, boss.”

“You sure? Because I don’t feel like getting kicked in the fucking balls again.”

I spit out the collection of blood that’s pooled inside my mouth. “Aww, are you scared? Why don’t you untie me and we can find out if you have balls at all?”

The ball-less prick slaps me with the back of his hand and my face throbs in response. But I only laugh out loud, relishing in the pain. I wriggle in the chair, my restraints digging into my ankles and wrists, and two of the men jump back.

I never got the chance to shower or even change after my shift a few hours ago. I was still wearing my shorts and t-shirt, but I was barefoot now. I don’t remember walking into the trailer; last I recall, I was in Dylan’s car. Then somewhere between sleeping soundly in my bed and now, three men barged in and beat my ass into their pedophile-looking van. They held Jasmin back, and I yelled at her to keep my brother safe.

“Shut her ass up,” he growls.

I look up and shake the strands of hair off my face. I want to look into the face of the man who wouldshut me upso I can fuck him up later. My wrists are almost free. The burn settles into me and I focus on the sting.

It’d taken three men to finally tie me down to the old wooden chair. I knew one of them had a broken wrist, two had been kicked in the groin, one had my bite marks on their thigh, and another on their forearm. I’d bitten someone’s ear and had all of their skin under my fingernails.

A tall, thinly built, but handsome man walks up to me and caresses my face. “Behave, little one,” he coos in Spanish, and I gather from his accent that he’s Puerto Rican. “I don’t want to hurt you. It’s your boyfriend we want.”

My boyfriend?What the actual fuck?

I think my confused expression gives it away because, after lighting a cigarette and puffing the air into my face, he smiles. His forearm is bleeding, and I figure he’s the one I took a chunk of flesh out of. “Noah fucked up, baby girl. And we’re going to hold on to you until he pays us back.”

A large penguin-looking man laughs behind him. “Either that or we’ll keep you as payment.”

I bite back the urge to call him by every obscene name in my book. “Fucked up how? Who are you?”

“Ay, baby girl. You should really do your research on someone before allowing them into your bed.”

I scowl. What the fuck is he talking about?

A short and twitchy one snorts something up his nose and shakes his head. “Shut up. You think Vork wants us discussing business with this cheap pussy?”

I bristle at the mention of Vork but compose my expression. “Hey, come here, I’ll show you how good it is,” I purr.

His eyes brighten and he licks his lips, but the Puerto Rican stops him. “She’s only taunting you,pendejo.”

I smile through the pain. I can feel my lip is busted, the left side of my face burns, my body aches, and I’m all sweaty and probably still smell of tequila. But I take my chances and blow him a kiss.

He pushes past and leans down. “What you gonna do for me?”

I tilt my head and look at his crotch while lifting one brow and I lick my lips, insinuating a blowjob.

“Don’t do it, man, she’ll bite your dick off,” the handsome Puerto Rican warns.

But the cokehead raises his hand to shut him up, and I gently suck on my bottom lip. “Come here. I want to tell you what I’ll do.”

He moves closer and leans to press his ear to my lips. I tilt my head back and forcefully thrust forward. My forehead hits his nose, and he cries out in pain. His hands shoot up to hold back the bleeding and he stumbles.

“You fucking bitch!” he yells.

I let out an energetic burst of laughter and spit out the blood that keeps accumulating.

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