Page 11 of Empire of Carnage
“This isn’t Black Crow business. They shouldn’t be risking their lives like this.” He shook his head.
“They made it Black Crow business when they broke into our home and shot our people during a celebration, brother. Our men have a right to retribution.”
“You’re right,” he said, stunning the shit out of me.
“What the fuck was that?” I said with a laugh.
“I’m learning I can be wrong too. It’s not too late to change.” He tried and failed to move, so I helped him into a sitting position.
“Well shit, remind me that your reset button is just two bullets to the gut then.”
He elbowed me in the side, forcing a pained grunt out of both our mouths from the excess motion.
“Let’s go get our girl then, Kane,” he rasped out with a smirk.
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Celia
“Oh, fuck Celia, you’re getting so good at this. You’d be so fucking proud primo. She’s using tongue and everything.” The pig couldn’t help himself but lie to try to hurt his family.
There was no way anything I was doing felt good. At this point, I was barely drinking enough water to survive as my own form of self-harm. My tongue must have felt like rough sandpaper. But he played this game, once a day coming down and forcing me on my knees in order to kill a piece of Santos.
It was working.
Every day Santos seemed closer and closer to taking that gun and putting a bullet in my head. Maybe not for the reasons Guillermo expected but out of mercy. Six times he’d come down here now, which meant it had been six days of this. Impossible to tell how much longer we’d been here before that. There was no method of telling time before he put his filthy cock in my mouth.
But today was the day I was done.
There was something in the air, something tangible I could almost feel.
A warning from La Flaquita.
Either I’d die trying to get us out of here or I’d actually do it. But I wasn’t going to let this be our lives. I couldn’t allow Guillermo to dictate how my end would be written. I was determined to go out fighting, despite being stuck here with a mouthful of the short end of my luck.
I’d played nice long enough, through these little visits, he’d quickly begun letting his guard down. So typical of a man. As soon as blood rushed to their cocks, they lost all sense and logic. I wasn’t stupid. I’d wait until he was close, head so dizzy and filled with pleasure that it would take him a while to register what was happening.
He always let me know when he was getting there too. He gripped my hair tighter and egged Santos on, encouraging him to glance my way.
“Come on primo, she’s begging you to look at her. Do you guys talk about it when I leave you alone to yourself?” he asked, thrusting deeper into my mouth.
He didn’t need to gag him to keep him from shouting anymore. We’d all resigned to our fates and accepted it.
And there his fingers went, gripping the back of my head and yanking tight like he was on the verge of total bliss. I relaxed my throat and let him as far back as I could before I bit down. And I clamped my teeth shut like there was nothing that would stop me from having his manhood as my next meal.
He screamed a bloody screech, making me fearful someone would come down here. Guillermo yanked at my hair, but I didn’t let up, ignoring the pain and biting down until I could taste blood and feel his flesh ripping under my teeth. He went flaccid in my mouth while I relentlessly chewed through his dick. Finally ripped at my hair hard enough to take a fistful from my scalp.
I screamed, my mouth full of blood, when he sent his fist flying at my face. Santos was screaming at me to let him down and his cousin flailed wildly on the floor with his mangled cock still out. I positioned myself under Santos to give him just the leverage he needed to get his chain off the hook and get down on the ground. Guillermo was still crying and screaming, but his eyes went wide once Santos’ feet touched the ground.
“Morena, stand back,” he said before throwing his neck to the side and cracking it without the use of his hands.
“Primo help me. Fucking puta loca,” he screamed. “My fucking cock!”
Santos kicked his foot down into his cousin’s stomach with no hesitation and no impression that he’d been starved and beaten for days on end. He swung the chain across Guillermo’s face, ripping a chunk of flesh as the heavy metal slapped against his skin. It knocked him back, forcing his head to hit the ground again. In a cat-like move, Santos swung his leg around the floor, positioning himself behind his primo and using the chains keeping his wrists bound to choke the ugly bastard.
“If you kill me, my men will just come down and kill you too.”
“They can try,” Santos hissed.
