Page 60 of Corrupt Desires

“What’s up, Franklin?” asks Kayden, pausing as he gets to the end of the hallway.

“There’s a man that just joined Anthony in Emilia’s room. He was pushing a woman in there as well. I’m assuming they know you’re there.”

Fuck, this is not good. Anthony and two more of his creeps are upstairs, potentially using women as fucking shields. Not to mention, Emilia is up there as well.

“Alright. Aleks, Rick, take my twelve. Mitch, Axel, take my six. James, you’re with me,” says Kayden, giving directions to the men that are left and signaling for everyone to get into formation. It leaves me in awe to see Kayden in his element surrounded by his fellow soldiers. They operate like they know exactly what the next person is thinking. I guess when you work with the same people all the time, you get used to working together cohesively and damn efficiently at that.

“Ten-four,” I respond, taking my position directly behind Kayden.

As we make our way up the stairs, I feel my heartbeat in my ears, and my palms bead with sweat. Right now is not exactly the best time for a panic attack, so I start my counts, even my breathing, and rein myself in. Kayden looks back at me, a question in his eyes, but I shake my head. I’m fine, I convey with a simple look.

I’m here to get my woman back, and I’ll be damned if anyone, or anything, gets in my way.

Thirty-Eight

Emilia

Before I can launch myself at Anthony with my knife, a loud thump can be heard from somewhere in the house. Anthony hears it too.

“Lorenzo, go check that shit out. Tell Francisco to stop getting his dick wet, grab the woman, and get his ass over here. Looks like we have company.”

“You got it, boss,” says Lorenzo. He was so adamant he wasn’t a lap dog anymore, but here he is, jumping to listen to orders like the well trained dog he is.

“I hope you find a bullet between your eyes,” I spit out at Lorenzo as he walks by the doorway, his faint outline illuminated by Anthony’s flashlight.

“Principessa, the mouth on you. It’s a shame I didn’t get to stick my cock in it yet. Once this situation is taken care of, we will have to arrange that. I’m sure those plump lips and wicked tongue can deliver as much pleasure as they do venom,” says Anthony, pulling the belt between his hands so it delivers a loud snap that makes Jess jump in her corner of the room.

“You’re not putting your dick anywhere near me,pendejo.”

Before Anthony can respond, gunshots go off somewhere in the house followed by Lorenzo cursing and more gunshots. Anthony drops the belt and whips out a gun that I hadn’t even noticed he had in his waistband, leveling the barrel at me. “Drop the knife.”

I drop the knife and smirk, knowing Lorenzo is going to get what’s coming for him and reveling in the thought. “Looks like your little guard dog isn’t going to be doing much guarding anymore.”

“Shut your filthy whore mouth, Emilia,” he says, taking three large steps in front of me, placing the barrel against my temple. “Or so help me god, you’re going to find a bullet in this pretty little head of yours.”

“Do it, I dare you,” I say, glaring straight into his eyes while I cock my eyebrow up, egging him on.

“You’re a fucking crazy bitch, you know that?”

Venomous words almost leave my mouth, but I’m halted when I see another woman being pushed into the room by a man that has his pants undone. This must be Francisco, and telling by the current state of his pants and the woman, I can only guess that he was probably just having his way with her before he was told to get his ass in here. Filthy fucking bastards, all of them. The poor woman has a blotchy face and tears running down her cheeks as she silently cries and flinches away from him when he grabs at her again, placing her in front of himself.

The other rooms are silent, as I can only assume the other women are doing their best to stay quiet in fear of what’s going on right now.

Hearing nothing but silence throughout the house now, Anthony starts to fidget, his nerves getting the better of him. Taking the gun away from my head, he grabs my upper arm and swings us around, so I’m now in front of him, effectively a human shield for his cowardly ass. The gun is placed back to my temple, but I can feel it shaking. Anthony might have all these sick, twisted fucks working for him, but when push comes to shove, he’s a fucking coward that rapes and beats women to feel like the big dog he pretends to be.

“One, two, they’re coming for you,” I whisper, trying to get under his skin.

He pushes the barrel of the gun into my temple causing my head to jerk to the side and brings his mouth close to my ear, his voice shaking. “Shut the fuck up,principessa. If you don’t shut your mouth, I’m going to blow your brains out.” Getting in his head and distracting him is exactly what I hoped to accomplish.

“Three, four, better hit the floor.” Before he can comprehend my words, I drop like a sack of potatoes, my arm slipping from his grasp in his surprise, and grab the knife that I dropped between my feet. The action pulls at my stitches, but I’m running on pure adrenaline now, I barely even feel the pain as they tear.

With the knife in hand, I whip my head back, cracking his nose as he bends down to try and get a hold of me again. Flipping the knife in my hand, I plunge my arm backward, sinking the knife into his stomach, and twist. He collapses to the ground, and I take his gun, but before I can pay him any mind, my attention is called across the room.

“Ah, ah, ah, princess. I wouldn’t move if I were you,” says Francisco, who has moved into the doorway, pointing his gun at me while still holding the trembling woman by the arm. I hold out my hands and lower the gun slowly onto the floor. While doing so, I see a movement in the hallway.

“You’re really more stupid than you look, you know that?” I ask, standing to my full height seconds before a bullet pierces his skull, the spray of blood coating me in splatters as the bullet exits his forehead and explodes into the opposite wall. He collapses to the ground, his gun skittering across the floor. Holy fuck, it’s finally over.It’s over, it’s finally over.

Jess and the other woman scream, and I quickly shush them, knowing the men in the hallway are with me.

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