Page 33 of Deadly Ruck
"I'm going to rip their fucking arms off," Dallas said in a harsh whisper.
"So am I," Jay said.
"Shhh," I urged. "Don't give them an excuse to do anything to you."
"You better listen to her," the first minion said. "Because we would take the excuse if it arose. Jones wouldn't give a shit ifwe killed you right now. The only thing he's interested in is her pussy."
"And her mouth," the second added. "I've lost track of the amount of woman I've seen blow him off. It was even consensual a time or two." He laughed.
"Yeah, his favourite thing is a woman on her knees." The first minion chuckled. "Come to think of it, it's mine too. Far as I'm concerned, that's where women belong."
How enlightened of them.
I rolled my eyes, knowing they couldn't see. The Crimson Vipers weren't known for being high up on the evolutionary scale. The best thing that could happen to them would be to have a woman in charge. She'd change a lot of things, starting with bullshit like this.
"I get the impression we hurt her feelings," one of them sneered. He leaned forward until he was breathing down my neck. "You might as well toughen up now, sweetheart. None of us gives a shit about your feelings. You're nothing but a body for Jones to fuck, and us when he's done with you. Don't worry, that won't take long. He usually gets bored within a week or two. At that point, I'll introduce you to my cock. I'm going to fuck your mouth until you gag, and then fuck it some more. If you're lucky, I might even do it while Eddie here fucks that pussy of yours. Don't think any of this is a threat. It's a when, not an if. We always get Jones' leftovers when he's done with them. Eddie, how many times have you fucked Nyla?"
"I dunno. A shit ton," Eddie said. "I like it better when she fights back though. Like that last one."
The longer they spoke, the more my stomach turned. I wished I thought they were full of it, but I believed every word they said.
The Crimson Vipers had no respect for women. They bought and sold them for a reason. Hearing it like this was somethingelse. I wanted to destroy every last one of them. Starting with Jones.
No, I corrected myself. I wanted to leave him until last. He could watch me burn down everything around him before I killed him too.
I placed a hand on one of Dallas’ arm and one of Jay's too, to keep them from leaping over the back of the seat and throttling both men.
Neither would get any further than removing their seat belts before the minions pulled out guns and used them. Right now, it was nothing more than words. We could ignore words.
When it became more than that… I doubted I'd be able to hold them back, even if I wanted to.
Nyla might not get us killed. We might do it ourselves.
By the time we reached the airfield, an hour later, my body was getting sore from sitting still and stiff.
The guys quietly seethed the entire time, barely keeping themselves contained. Not only were they angry, they also weren't used to sitting still for too long. Outside flights, they didn't have to do it often. Usually, they were active all day, training and playing. Right now, they were bundles of jangled nerves, coiled like a spring waiting to be released. Tired of being stuck inside a box.
"We can do this," I whispered. "We need to play it cool. That's the only way we get through this, okay?"
"I can try," Dallas murmured.
Jay nodded once, unconvincingly.
I squeezed their arms and looked out the window. Searching for an escape route, or a weapon. Something.
The airstrip itself was tiny and insignificant, just a single runway and a couple of big hangars.
A small jet sat near a hangar, its engine off for now. This was the kind of aircraft that would carry twenty or thirty peopleat most. Of course, anything bigger than that wouldn't be able to land here. The trees were too close for a big airliner to manoeuvre, much less take off and land. Even in something small, it would be tricky.
A few cars were parked beside a distant hangar. Presumably belonging to the maintenance staff who worked at the airport.
Jones' men climbed out of the lead vehicles and hurried about, readying the plane.
My heart sank, but I couldn't let despair get to me. That would be the easiest way for Jones to win. He wasn't going to win and he wasn't going to break any of us. He could try, and I knew he would, but he'd fail. So would the assholes who were now herding us out of the SUV and across the tarmac.
I looked back in the direction of the highway, hoping like hell to see a bigger convoy of cars than the one we arrived in.
None came.
