Page 7 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Jam and Salvatore ripped open the back door to the Mercedes and there was another struggle, this one very real. They wore long black shirts and pants, with big boots and ski masks, so when Montgomery fought them tooth and nail, he couldn’t do any real damage to their skin. But he did manage to get his knee jammed into Salvatore’s dick. Stone grimaced when Salvatore fell to his knees, his hands cupping his crotch in obvious pain. When Montgomery aimed a similar attack at Jam, the tall man avoided it and grabbed the spoiled prick’s arm, twisting it behind his back.
Montgomery let out a cry of pain, but Jam was already slipping a cable tie around his wrists, pulling until it tightened, before applying duct tape over his mouth to stop him from drawing unwanted attention. As it was, though, thanks to the detour the bodyguards had taken, the street was empty because they weren’t in the nicest part of town.
Jam led him toward George’s car. Stone stepped out of it, his own ski mask on, and opened the back door to help Jam shove Montgomery in. They made sure the child locks were on before they closed the door again.
Stone nodded at Salvatore, who had curled in on himself on the ground, whimpering. “Get him out of the street. We’ll meet you back at the warehouse.”
“Yes, boss.” Jam rushed back over to Salvatore and guided him up and toward the SUV, while Romano waited in the car, ready for their getaway.
Stone slipped back into his own seat on the passenger’s side, which wasn’t the most fun thing to do because Montgomery kicked at the back of it, knocking it forward with the force of the blows. Stone threw a glare over his shoulder. “Shut up and sit still.”
Montgomery made some obscene noises that sounded like curse words and continued to kick at the seat. His gaze was deadly, a warning that he’d make them pay for what they’d done. It amused Stone to see because Booker’s son was about to learn that not everyone could be paid off with money.
George shot out of the parking spot and headed toward the warehouse they bought a few years back for this sort of thing. He kept quiet, but his eyes squinted in the holes of his ski mask, annoyance flashing in them.
Stone sighed and grabbed the duct tape he had in the front with him. When Montgomery went to kick the seat again, he grabbed his legs, causing a scuffle. Montgomery tried to wiggle free of his hold, but Stone didn’t let him. He managed to get the tape wrapped around the spoiled brat’s ankles three times before he was satisfied, but it only made Montgomery scream louder against the tape on his mouth.
“Shut up, will you?” George snapped as he turned onto the pier that led to their location. “Screaming isn’t going to get you anywhere.”
Montgomery either didn’t hear him or didn’t care.
They pulled up in front of the warehouse, which was a fair distance away from others in the area. The SUV stopped behind them, and together Stone and Jam dragged a wiggling Montgomery out of the back seat. They carried him toward the wooden doors, dropping him on the ground once because of his struggling. He landed on his shoulder, letting out a cry of agony.
Stone snorted at him. “That’s what you deserve for being an ungrateful bastard.”
Finally, they had him in the middle of the warehouse, the doors shut firmly behind them. Jam tied him to the chair, making certain the ropes were tightly holding his wrists and ankles, before Stone ripped the tape from his mouth.
“Ow! Motherfucker! What the fuck?” Montgomery glared at him, spitting a glob of saliva at Stone’s feet. “You fucking asshole. What is this? I swear, when I get out of this rope, I’m going to tear you a new asshole.”
Stone clicked his tongue. “So many curse words.” He grabbed the hem of his ski mask and slid it over his head, revealing his face to their captive. “Didn’t dear old daddy teach you manners?”
“Fuck you.” He struggled against the ropes on his wrists, tied to the chair on each side, before he screamed in frustration. “I’m going to kill you for this.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You can’t touch us.” Stone crouched in front of him. He ran his gaze over the length of Montgomery’s body. Watching him struggle made his belly warm again, a deep satisfaction that almost made his dick hard. There was something about the way Montgomery’s wrists turned red as the ropes chaffed at them and the panic he tried to disguise as irritation that danced in his eyes. He was scared, and that’s how Stone wanted him.
“I will. My father will destroy you,” he hissed.
“All your father has to offer is money. How much would he pay for your release?” Stone stroked his thumb over Montgomery’s cheekbone, making the other man still at the touch. “How much would he pay for you to come back to him in one piece?”
Montgomery’s breath hitched. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Wouldn’t I?” Stone grinned dangerously. “I like hurting people. Pain is how we get to know our real selves. Have you ever been in pain, Monty?”
He bared his teeth at Stone like a rabid animal, saliva flying from his mouth as he snapped, “Go fuck yourself. My name is Montgomery, you fucker.”
Stone’s laughter shook his chest. “Never been a Monty, then?”
Montgomery shifted as close as he could get. “I’m going to make you regret this.No onehas the balls to kidnap me.”
He rose and held out his arms, gesturing to the warehouse. “And yet here we are.”
“You’re going to regret it, I promise.” He thrashed against the ropes again. “Motherfucking asshole.”
Stone took a moment to study Montgomery carefully. He wore a suit, brand-name most likely, and it was tailored to fit him perfectly. It was a dark maroon, an odd color that suited him well. His shoes were black and polished, again brand-name and expensive, and his hair was neatly trimmed with a fresh haircut. He’d shaved for his trial, which disappointed Stone because he did enjoy the rough graze of a man’s beard, though he needed to remind himself that this wasn’t for pleasure.
The door shot open and Salvatore stormed toward them, his ski mask missing and his eyes lit with fury. Stone stepped back and out of the way as Salvatore landed a punch to Montgomery’s jaw, hitting him so hard that it rocked the chair and Montgomery went crashing with it to the hard cement floor, causing him to let out a surprised gasp of pain when he landed on his arm.
“That’s for kneeing me in the balls, you rich punk.” Salvatore spat at Montgomery, a blob of saliva landing on his cheek.
