Page 8 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Montgomery groaned in pain, a soft and sweet whimper leaving that pretty mouth, before he glared at him. “Don’t you need balls to get kneed in them, you fucking loser?” he whispered, even though he was still obviously hurting.
Salvatore went to seize Montgomery again, but Stone reached out to grip his upper arm to stop him. Salvatore glanced at him, then with a hard stare from Stone, he bowed his head slightly and took a step back, looking a little awkward with his legs spread, like he was still trying to ease the pain in his dick and balls.
Stone forced down the amusement that rose inside him and crouched beside Montgomery again. “You need to play nice if you want to survive this, Monty.”
Montgomery’s narrowed gaze switched to him, and Stone savored the attention. There was something to be said about that glare. It held more than just anger at his kidnappers, there was pain and fury at his father, too, which made sense if their research said anything about him. Booker had never been part of his son’s life.
“Kill me, then, because you’re not getting any money from Dad. He doesn’t bend to the will of criminals.”
Stone threw his head back and laughed. He grabbed Montgomery’s shoulders, and with Jam’s help they had him and the chair sitting back up again. “Your father is a criminal.”
“Richard is a businessman.” Montgomery’s green eyes roamed over Stone’s face and shoulders, down his chest and over his crotch. Interestingly, his gaze lingered a little longer there than the other areas. “He loves his money.”
Stone bent his knees until he was level with his captive. He rested his palms on Montgomery’s thighs, warm and muscular to touch even with his suit trousers acting as a barrier between their skin. He rubbed up and down his thighs teasingly. “Really? According to our sources, he spent quite a bit of money on you to keep certain people quiet.”
Montgomery snorted and flicked his head to the side. “He paid them to keep quiet for himself. He has a business to run, and he can’t have a son who has a criminal record.”
“He also can’t have a kidnapped son,” George said as he stepped behind Stone. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his thin lips twisted in disgust. His dark gray moustache twitched.
“Want to make a bet on that, old man?” Montgomery bared his teeth at George. “You’re not going to get a cent from him. The only thing you’re going to get is prison time. I hope you enjoy taking it up the ass because I’ll make sure some of the men in there arerealfriendly with you.”
Salvatore made a noise from where he stood a little distance away. He had his legs spread, his jeans unbuttoned and around his knees while he reached into his boxers, no doubt touching his boys to make sure they were okay. “From what we’ve heard, that’s something you enjoy. You love being bred like a mare, don’t you? Filled with cum like a whore. Maybe we should test out that theory.”
Montgomery’s eyes widened, and he switched his fearful gaze back to Stone. “You can’t do that. Richard definitely won’t pay a thing if you rape me.”
“Rape means you don’t want it.” Salvatore grinned nastily as he tugged his jeans up again, leaving them unbuttoned as he approached. “Trust me, you’ll be begging for me.”
“If you touch me—”
“Enough!” Stone rose and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. He waved his hand at Salvatore. “No one but me touches him, am I understood? If you want to touch a hair on his head, you ask me for permission first. That means no more punching our guest.”
Salvatore looked at him in disbelief. “But Stone—”
“Do you understand?” He glanced around at the four other men, brows raised.
Jam, Romano, and George nodded and made a noise of agreement immediately. Romano gave him a thumbs-up. Salvatore took a little longer. His jaw tightened, but finally he agreed like the others, with an added, “Yes, boss.”
“Good.” Stone raised his arms and stretched before he checked his watch. It was headed toward four in the afternoon, which meant their operation took a little over two hours. “We can’t keep him here. We’ll need to move him when the sun goes down.”
“Why?” Salvatore curled his hands into fists. “This is the safest place to keep him. No one will hear him scream when we decide to have some fun with him.” He sent Montgomery a cruel grin.
Montgomery glared, but the fear that crossed his face contradicted his resentment. He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, though, so Stone had to give him points for that. Maybe they could teach him a thing or two.
“If he somehow escapes, he has people around who can help him. I have a farmhouse out of town, and if he got away there, it’d take him days of walking before someone would find him.” Stone gripped the handle of his handgun and looked at Montgomery. “We could find him first and shoot him in the head.”
The apple in Montgomery’s throat bobbed, and he averted his gaze from them, looking at the wall. His hands curled into fists, but he stilled, as though if he moved they’d be able to see him. His actions made Stone grin. He wouldn’t kill him, not yet anyway, but Montgomery didn’t need to know that.
“We’ll move him tonight.”
