Page 34 of Play Dirty
With a sigh, I call Thiago to inform him, but in reality, I’m killing time. I’m in no rush to save her, but still, the rage simmers inside me as I wait for him to answer. The more I sit on the idea of letting it play out, I just can’t.
But what if this is what she wants?
And this is all being blown out of proportion… Shiloh Johnson is one to sleep around, but the idea of her being forced is too much for me to bear. Slipping on the pig mask, I put the brass knuckles over my gloved hands and head inside. Wyatt spots me and, without hesitation, joins me.
“What are you doing?”
“Finding out the truth.”
He stops. “Wait, what? That’s not what we are here for.”
I point at the club, nose flaring. “Do you know who’s in there? Shiloh Johnson. Want to explain to Mr. J why she is in there? You know what happens behind those red doors. ” I step to the side, opening my arms. “Be my guest.”
He shakes his head, spitting chewing tobacco on the ground. “Fuck you, man.” With that, he heads towards the back, where Zayden was able to open a spot to get us in without a hitch.
No one will know… except a select few. This is why we were chosen. We are high enough on their bitch rankings that we have certain privileges. After all, we are exposed to most of the vile shit. The sound of pained moans mingling with the sound of skin smacking against skin fills the room. “Fuck.” Zander grits out as he walks ahead.
The tip of my ears grew hot, and thankfully, now all I can hear is the roaring sound of pumping blood. Everything is muffled. We found the door. “Wanna do the honors, pretty boy?” Zander coos, stepping outof my way. Good thing this time I’m not wearing cleats, but my riding boots.
Thankfully, my kick breaks the door open in one try.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Professor Xavier screams as my eyes immediately find her. Blindfolded and incoherent.
Her mouth is a bleeding mess of spit and cum.
Her perfect, round tits are littered with bites.
I waste no time, pulling him off her. Slamming him into the ground and bashing his head into the tiles until his body stops fighting me. I want to kill him, but instead I focus on the girl with the broken smile, thankful that her eyes cannot see.
And neither can I from the fucking rage — all I see is red. A deep growl rips from deep inside my chest as I grab the corner of the sheet hanging off the bed and wrap it around her. Shiloh’s head lolls to the side; she’s obviously drugged— I’d recognize that look anywhere.
“She’s out of it.” Zander lifts her limp arm and lets it go. After watching it drop, Wyatt kicks Professor Xavier square in the face. “That’s for Mickey, you rapist bitch.”
I almost forgot, Wyatt has a score to settle with our professor, a smile perked on the corner of my lips. “Mr. J would love to know what you've been doing to his kid. But first, Imma make you hurt.”
“Make sure you skin his balls for me,” I say with a wink, sad that I will be missing out on this interrogation, but given that he raped Wyatt’s long-term girlfriend before she dumped him, he will have enough reinforcements with just his rage. Unlike Thiago and Ezra, Wyatt is vicious. The money fuels his violence. I regroup as I look at Shiloh, trying not to even think about what will happen once Thiago brings her back home, since I cannot bring myself to.
I couldn’t.
Still, my heart aches and twists at the sight of her. If anyone could understand the emptiness you feel waking up with your body sore,feeling dirty, feeling useless, and used all at once, it’s me. That feeling alone is enough to have my knees give out from under me as his voice comes to the forefront of my mind.
“Good boy, Nico, you take me so well.”His voice booms through my head, threatening to take me under, but the sight of her anchors me to a reality where he’s not here, only her.
And she needs me.
I grab the sleeping beauty from the bed, making sure I don’t feel an inch of burning skin, as I cradle her bridal style. “Asher,” she breathes, calling for her piece of shit boyfriend. I thought I was lousy, but he takes the cake, and the worst part is that she always forgives him, always takes him back. I guess money can’t buy love, not even from yourself.
As I reach outside, Thiago’s Benz is already waiting with Ezra in tow. “Where is he?” I motion my head behind me. “Being acquainted with Wyatt’s rage. Maybe Zayden’s too.”
Ezra grins. “Good, fucking asshole.”
“How is she?”
I look down at her, noticing she is still wearing the blindfold. “Naked and raped.”
“Fuck, Reyes, why? So fucking morbid.” Ezra scowls, placing his hand inside his pocket and looking away. Out of all of us, he’s the one who hates it when we have to play dirty. Slipping her into the backseat, I make sure to cover her body before I close the door.
“Is Mr. J already informed?”
