Page 81 of Belonging to Them
Just as the spies on the screen rappel down a building and smash into one of the windows, the loud sound of glass breaking behind us makes us both jump in our seats.
“What was that?”I whisper.
“It sounded like a window breaking,” Gianna says, her green-blue eyes wide with fear.
I could just be paranoid, but my gut is telling me to get to my bodyguards immediately, because that sound wasn’t the neighbor’s apartment or something else—it came from Gianna and Tommy’s bedroom.
Jumping up, I run for the front door.
At the same moment, two large men appear in the hallway, guns drawn.
“Cora!Keith!”I scream.
The front door bangs open, nearly hitting me in the face.Keith stands there.Cora’s lying on the ground behind him, her eyes closed, head tilted at an unnatural angle, her short braids askew.
“Keith, help,” I say, pointing.
He shakes his head.“Do you know how long we’ve waited for an opportunity like this one?”
Gianna’s picking up her phone, but one of the guys from the hallway advances, his mouth twisted in a sneer.“Drop the phone.”
Gianna drops the phone.
Mine is on the coffee table next to Gianna’s.Shit.Is Cora okay?This can’t be happening.This is why I have bodyguards, so shit like this can’t happen.
But one of those bodyguards is a…a fake?How’d he even get through Ironwood’s background check?Damn, this doesn’t make any sense.
“We were just going to grab the girlfriend tonight,” one of the guys says, poking his gun into my back.“Imagine our delight when we found out we could get the sister, too.”
Yes, I’m just fuckingfilledwith delight.
“You may as well let us go,” I say.“It’s only a matter of time before the rest of Ironwood comes down on you.”
“They’ll bring your boyfriends too, right?”one of the guys says.“Yeah, we’ve been watching.We know you’re fucking them both.Tell me, do they fuck each other, too?I bet they do.I’d pay to see them fucking you, but why pay them to do it when we have plenty of guys here?”
This is disgusting.
“Get out,” I say.“Just get the fuck out of here while you still can.”
“You talk big,” Keith says, still blocking the door.“But you’re just a little girl, aren’t you.”
My stomach turns.Did he hear Kingston call me that?Probably.Sick fuck.He probably gets off on watching and listening.
“You know what?”I say.“I am so fucking over assholes like you trying to make ‘little girl’ sound like a bad thing.It isnot.My men treat me like a queen, so fuck you.”
He just laughs, and so do the other two guys.The two men go to the couch and roughly grab Gianna by the arms, hauling her up to standing.
I lock eyes with Gianna.She looks really scared, and I suspect I look the same way.I grip the doorframe.My knuckles are white with the effort of keeping myself together.
Just beyond the door, Cora’s still lying on the ground, unmoving.
“Did you kill her?”I whisper.
“Come downstairs,” Keith says, not answering my question.“You make one fucking sound, and I shoot her in the stomach.”
He points to Gianna’s pregnant belly with his gun.She pales and nearly falls down in fear, but the guys hoist her upright once more.
“Please,” she whispers.“Please, please don’t hurt my baby.”
