Page 54 of Savage King

There had to be a way to get thegringosto give over the gun range, he just had to find the right spot to penetrate. Everyone had a vulnerable spot, even him—much to his displeasure. Not that anyone knew.

Ten minutes, and no grand ideas, later, Alfanzo shot to his feet, unspent energy forking through his blood. Sometime during his useless rumination, Jose had disappeared.

As if sensing hisJefe’sneeds, Jose reappeared through the office doorway.

“Where are the girls. I want to see this golden pussy I acquired at such risk to my operation.”

“Secured in the warehouse. They’re drugged so they didn’t put up a fight.”

“Good.” No fighting meant fewer bruises. He liked getting them when they were fresh, blemish-free. Then be left his mark all over them in cum, bruises, cuts, and blood. He never burned them, though, since burns left scars where thin cuts and bruises did not. Buyers tended to buy pussy they could mark up themselves, so Alfanzo had learned the art of punishment and pain…without lasting physical effects. Other than the beating their pussies took when he and his men had their turns with them.

“How many?” he asked, his mind already wandering to the night’s festivities. His uneasy energy needed an outlet, of course. What better than inflicting pain and fucking unwilling pussy to get the jitters out?

“Three,” Jose replied.

“Three? What of the other three the traitor and his bitch promised?”

“We didn’t have enough time to wait for them to take the bait like these three did. We could do a snatch and grab, take them when their guard’s down.”

“Youidiota! With these three gone, the MC will be on high alert. Their guard will be sky fucking high. What about our rat, what is he saying?”

“He called to tell us that the MC knows the girls are missing and they are mounting a search and rescue.”

“Do they know we have them?”

“No as far as he knows. All he could tell me was that the prez is pissed, the bordello bitch is whining about her missing girls, and the club is gathering in force to find them.”

“So we have time, then.”

“Time for what,Jefe?”

“To prepare.” He chuckled to himself, his mind spinning with feverish plans. “I’ve always wanted to know if the Sons of the Gods could bleed.”

“Everyone bleeds, especially if you know right where to strike,” Jose offered, his brand of torture more about coming than bleeding.

“That’s true…so find out what makes Odin bleed the most.” Suddenly, the pieces of his malicious puzzle began to fall together perfectly. “The insider says the prez has a new woman, some ugly bitch in a condo on East Owens. Apparently, she works at the gun range.”

“Picture?”

“None. She doesn’t have social media.”

That was odd…and inconvenient.

“It can’t be hard to grab some bitch from her condo. Get her. Bring her to me.”

Jose’s crooked smile made even Alfanzo’s skin crawl.

“As you say,Jefe.”

Alfanzo clapped his hands together, excitement scenting the air, his cock stirring in his pants.

“Bring me one of the new girls!” he demanded, his blood humming with the promise of exquisite pain…for the Raider whore.

Pain exploded behind Skathi’s eyes as she attempted to sit up. Her head pounding, her body aching from where she’d fallen to the floor.

What happened? She remembered getting ready for bed and Tessa spilling margarita mix all over herself. So, she gave Tessa one of her old work shirts from the gun range.

Then… No!

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