Page 105 of Deadly Sweet

“Shhh,” she whispers to me, squatting down and opening her backpack. She grabs a vial and syringe from inside. “You stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Grabbing the bag, she takes off up the stairs, quick and quiet like a cat.

I’m on guard, eyes scanning the place, making sure someone’s not hiding in the dark.

Seconds tick by, and I’m starting to worry about her up there. I don’t hear any screaming or sounds of a fight. But I don’t know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. What's taking her so long?

Chittering has me looking around, only to find Thor staring up at me. “What are you looking at?” I whisper-hiss. “She’s mine,” I growl. “You might think you can take her away from me, but I’ll fight you. Don’t think I won’t.”

He lets out a hiss that has me jumping back, swallowing down a scream. “I fucking hate you,” I growl. And I swear the little bastard laughs at me before scurrying away from us to somewhere else in the house.

“Come on.” Savannah’s voice has my eyes snapping up to find her standing at the top of the stairs.

Following her up, I try not to step on whatever the fuck is on the stairs. This place is a dump. Doesn’t look any better on the inside than it does on the outside.

“Let’s wake him up, shall we?” Savannah asks, sounding all too excited.

Walking in, my brows jump when I see both wrists tied to the headboard and his ankles to the foot of the bed, a gag shoved in his mouth.

He looks like a beefy guy. At least six feet tall.

Savannah walks over to the bed and pops the top of a different vial before bringing it to his nose. I’m assuming it’s smelling salts by the way the man jolts awake.

He looks around, stunned. He tries to move, realizes he can’t, and looks up to find himself tied. He pulls at it, but nothing happens.

“You're not going anywhere.” Savannah sits on the side of the bed. “I tied you up real tight.”

The guy looks at her and starts screaming before looking over at me. His eyes are pleading, but all I do is grin.

“Don’t look at me for help, buddy,” I snort. “Not going to get any. You should have thought better than to treat my girl badly.”

He looks back at Savannah, brows furrowing together. “You don’t remember me?” Savannah sounds like she’s pouting. “I’m hurt. I thought our time together was memorable. Maybe that was more on my end, though. I sure as hell don’t forget the man whose finger I’ve bitten off.”

The guy's eyes widen before he glares at her, screaming into the gag again.

“You're probably wondering how I’m here right now, with me being dead and all,” she says, standing. “Well, surprise!” She throws her hands up in the air. “I’m not dead. Isn’t that wonderful? Now, I can kill you and all your little friends.” He starts to thrash and scream. “Go ahead, fight. You're just going to tire yourself out. You don’t want to do that, do you? Wouldn’t be much fun for me though if you lose your energy so soon.”

She takes her bag and dumps it out onto the bed. Leaning in, I let my curiosity win.

She’s got knives, a gun, a hammer, and pliers. But what she grabs looks like mini bolt cutters.

“Shrek, meet my Alpha,” Savannah introduces, holding the cutters in front of her as she examines it. “Guess what?” She looks at him. “He’s a cop.” The guy turns to face me, and I just shrug. “But he’s not going to help you, because like me, he doesn’t believe stupid, ugly fuckers like you deserve to live. Mind you, he won’t take your life. Nope, that's all for me. But should we remind him why you're tied up like this?”

She turns to face me. “I’m going to assume Jake told you about what I confessed to him?”

My heart clenches, and I nod, swallowing hard.

“Well, you see this fucker right here...” She points to the guy with the set of bolt cutters. “He’s one of the guards who ripped my son away from me. He threw me into my cell like I was nothing but a bad dog, needing to be punished. But that's not all. He had a thing for calling me names, telling me all the ways he would rape and beat me if he was allowed. That maybe he just shouldn’t listen to Corbin and do it anyway.” She tsks. “Bet that's what got your ass fired, huh?”

A growl builds in my chest. He deserves more than to just die. He needs to suffer for what he did to my girl.

Grabbing my gun, I flick off the safety and step forward, bringing it to his dick. “Maybe I should shoot this off?” I cock my head to the side. “Can’t rape someone without a dick, can you?”

Savannah giggles. “No, sure as hell can’t.” The guy screams, nostrils flaring as his face goes red. “See, ugly as an ogre. Maybe I shouldn’t call you Shrek, it’s an insult to the Dreamworks icon. Even he was better looking than you.”

Removing my gun from his crotch, I place the safety back on and put it away.

Moving over to the chair in the corner of the room, I sit down and get ready for the show.

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