Page 69 of Ride Forever
“You killed Madison.” Chaser snarled. “You shot her in the throat and forced me to watch her choke. I’ll never give up.”
“Oh no, I didn’t just shoot her,” he said. “She cried and cried while I had my fun. It was quite pitiful, actually.”
Chaser pushed upward but was forced back on his knees.
“How does that make you feel, Sloane?” King asked me. “Knowing how your pretty boyfriend still pines for his wife? Do you think he loves you like he loves her?”
“You can’t use him against me,” I replied, my eyes narrowing.
“You can never use us against each other,” Chaser said. “You can try, but you’ll never win.”
Our captor tilted his head to the side and regarded us thoughtfully. Nothing moved for a full minute as he silently deliberated.
“Take him,” King said, waving a hand at Chaser. “Put him in the other bedroom, and give him a warm welcome.”
The men holding Chaser pulled him away, and I thrashed against the heavy who was grasping my arm with brute force.
“No!” I screeched. “Don’t you fucking touch him!”
A second man came forward and grabbed hold of me, and I was dragged into the next room, kicking and screaming. I was slapped across the face again, then my arms were wrenched in front, and a man bound each wrist with thick nylon cord, leaving some slack in between.
Finally, they lifted me up and looped the rope around a hook that hung from the ceiling, my weight causing the bindings to drag painfully at my wrists. My toes barely touched the ground, so I felt no relief. I was strung up like a carcass in a butcher’s refrigerator, unable to do anything but swing.
“Leave us,” King said, gesturing to the two bodyguards.
“Sir?” They seemed hesitant.
“I said,leave us.”
I saw the fear in their eyes as they backed out of the room, closing the door behind them. It was a modest space, though the finishings were premium. A king-sized bed took up much of the room, and floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one side, revealing a spectacular view of the Las Vegas Strip beyond. I noticed my revolver was laying on the bed, atop the plush bedspread. It was like a screwed-up metaphor. So close, yet so far.
King breathed in deeply, air whistling through his nostrils. “Alone at last.”
I tensed, pursing my lips. I couldn’t let him get into my head. I had to clear my mind and work out how to get out of this. If I could get down, then I had a chance. Not much of one, but it was better than letting King cut me.
“I like what you’ve done to your hair,” he said, raking his fingers through it.
I jerked my head to the side, but he grabbed onto a chunk and pulled.
“Enjoy this moment,” I said, seething. “Enjoy it while it lasts, you sick son of a bitch, because it will be the last time.”
“Really?” He smiled and caressed his palms over my breasts. “That’s what they all say, and you know what happens next? They all die…eventually. It’s rather disappointing.”
Bile rose in the back of my throat, signaling terror was attempting to claw its way to the surface.I wouldn’t let it.
“What did you think you were going to do, Sloane? Break into my penthouse, murder me, and take my server key?”
“You know what we were going to do,” I retorted. “Stop playing your games.”
A pained cry tore through the wall separating me from Chaser, and my heart twisted. The awful sounds of flesh hitting flesh were muffled but unmistakable. Their ‘warm welcome’ was nothing more than a glorified beating.
I swung, my shoulders aching as I was forced to hear Chaser in pain. Staring defiantly at my captor, I imagined blowing a hole in his head…right between his eyes.
King’s lips quirked as the sounds intensified. “He held out longer than I thought he would. They usually scream within the first thirty seconds.” He stood before me, and his smile widened. “That feeling you have now? Mason is going to be lying there, covered in his own blood, listening to your screams as I slice into your skin. Imagine if you got off on my cock inside you? Him hearing you moan and beg?”
I glanced around the room, looking for a way out, then at the spark of silver around his neck. There was still a chance, wasn’t there? If I could just…
“Is this what you’re after?” King pulled at the chain and dangled the pendant in front of my face.So close.
