Page 94 of Sin Like the Devil

“Go watch the doors,” he barks at his two pals. “Don’t let anyone in.”

They dispatch to follow his command. Raine thrashes, trying to peel Owen’s hands off, but his arms are wrenched backwards to hold him prone.

“Here’s how this is going to work.” Rick’s hips press into me from behind. “Tell us a lie, and we’ll fuck with your new boyfriend. Got it?”

Oh, hell no.

Desperately wishing that Raine could see the pointed look I want to give him, I force a nonchalant voice. I can’t let them have this leverage over me.

“Do what you want to him. He’s worthless to me.”

“Is that so?” Rick chuckles in amusement. “You won’t mind if we test that theory, then.”

Drawing back a cocked first, Owen slams it into Raine’s midsection. Air whooshes out his mouth as he doubles over, coughing and spluttering.

I grit my teeth. “Test away.”

“Damn, bitch. You’re cold. Hit him again.”

This time, the other dickhead punches him square in the face. I wince at the sound of Raine’s glasses cracking and flying off his face. Blood spills from the corner of his mouth as his eyes are unveiled.

Owen leans closer to get a good look. “Huh. Figured you’d have some ugly, gaping holes beneath those things.”

“Fuck you,” Raine spits.

Punching him in the gut again, a thick globule of blood flies from Raine’s mouth. His breathing is laboured through the pain, teeth bared and spine curved to absorb each hit.

“Still nothing?” Rick taunts. “Alright then. Again.”

It’s the brief flash of fear on Raine’s face that breaks my resolve. Before Owen’s fist can crush his nose, I scream out.

“Wait!”

Chuckling again, Rick squeezes my waist. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Leave him alone, for fuck’s sake. What do you want from me?”

“I want to know where Carlos is.”

Laughter rips free. “Seriously? All this for that idiot?”

“Hit him,” Rick instructs.

Owen slams his fist into Raine’s face again. Blood explodes from his nose and mouth, the crimson splatter staining his golden hair red. I battle harder against Rick’s restraint.

“You asshole!”

“Watch your damn mouth, then. Where is Carlos?”

“How the hell should I know?” I yell in panic.

“You’re Harrowdean’s whore. Don’t pretend like you don’t know.”

“I have no idea!”

“Another lie. Again.”

This time, it’s a throat punch. Owen releases Raine’s arm as his friend does the deed, leaving Raine to crumple, his knees hitting the polished parquet floor. The strangled gasp coming from his throat makes me see red.

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