“She’ll be fine, Cash. Wagman just wants to fuck with you for putting his shit on blast to Lazarus.”
I didn’t believe him, but I nodded because all we could do now was plan and hope like hell that she was okay. When we got to the house, we packed enough firepower to fuck up a small army and then we got back on the road. “Let’s go get the girl and fuck some shit up.”
Mick nodded as he slid his phone in his pocket. “Just talked to Roddick, and Lazarus’ men will meet us at the gate. We’ll pick up a few guys on our way to the docks.”
I stepped on the gas not needing to be told twice.
Hang on, baby.
***
Minx
When I came to, I had no idea where the fuck I was. It was dark, quiet and smelled like the ocean. The last thing I remembered was Wagman throwing a mean jab straight to my face, which explained the throbbing in my right cheek and the swelling in my eye. I began to panic because this was all too familiar. No, not again. I couldn’t go through that again. I would die fighting, but I hoped and prayed Cash would prove to be my hero and swoop in and save me, even though I knew he didn’t have the slightest clue of where I was. For now, I was on my own.
My wrists and ankles were shackled, a long straight metal pole keeping them separated. The kind of contraption I remembered all too fucking well.
Breathe. I needed to focus on my breathing. I didn’t know where I was or who was nearby, and I didn’t need to alert anyone that I was awake. I heard a distinct thump-drag, thump-drag, and I closed my eyes to get a better listen. Thump-drag, thump-drag. It was the walk of an injured person.
The lights flickered on and I blinked a few times to get my eyes to adjust, and I saw him. Rocky. I also saw my surroundings, an empty warehouse with a few boxes stacked against the wall. Probably drugs. “Good, you’re awake. I would have hated for you to sleep through our first fuck.” He stroked his cock slowly, licking his lips as his beady little gaze raked over my body.
I stayed silent because I’d learned its power by the time I was fifteen. The men who wanted to hurt me got off on hearing me scream, seeing that fear in my eyes. Take that away from them and I gained the upper hand.
“Nothing to say, Minxy? You spread it for old Magnus, spread it for CJ. Now you’re gonna spread it all for me.”
Bile rose in my throat at the sight of him, greasy and sweating, obviously an infection from that disgusting wound on his shoulder. Still, I kept my expression neutral, my gaze blank.
Rocky did the thump-drag, thump-drag thing again to move closer, this time so he could touch me. “First, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth, deep down your throat, sweetheart, until you fucking choke on my cock. Let’s just say”—his finger gently brushed up the inside of my thigh— “that I’m gonna wreck all of you. That Boy Scout CJ probably won’t even want you when I’m done. If there’s anything left.”
Fear. I should’ve felt fear but I didn’t. I didn’t feel anything. Numb and cold. My body was shutting down. Again. It was how I’d survived all those years, but this time wasn’t like that. This time I would fight. I would either be free or dead when this was done. I was prepared for either.
“Still got nothing to say, bitch? Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming real soon.” He leaned in, and I almost puked at the combination of his infected wound and body odor. He grabbed my tits and squeezed hard, but I stayed quiet. “Fuck yeah. You got a great set of tits, bitch. You ever been titty fucked? I bet you have.” He sneered but I kept my gaze on him, prepared for any sudden moves.
I gave him my best bored out of my mind look. “Nothing worse than being fondled by a decaying corpse I suppose.”
He grinned before a greasy hand slammed down on my left cheek. “Fucking whore!”
My face throbbed, but I stayed silent. Not a gasp or a scream. I just absorbed the hit and stared at him like the little bitch he was.
“A tough girl, eh?” His fist landed hard in my stomach, knocking the breath out of me, but still, I said nothing. Another fist landed in the same spot, and the next three hit my ribs until I was pretty sure one of them cracked. “We’ll see how tough you are before the day is over.” His gaze was filled with hatred, rage. Then he balled up his fist and slammed it against my face two more times.
I was silent. Defiantly so.
“Don’t think you’re gonna be a quiet little mouse, because I’ll make sure you ain’t.” He backhanded me and squeezed my tits again. His anger rose at my silence, and I saw the moment something changed in his eyes—they went dark and deadly intense. My shackles were released, the bar tossed aside, and he pushed me down on the moldy sofa with a leering smile. He climbed between my legs, rubbing his denim-clad cock against me. He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head which earned me another smack.
I held my breath as he rubbed against me while he removed my wrist shackles, moving my hips against him to keep him distracted.
“Oh yeah, you dirty little slut. You fucking like it,” he grunted and pressed harder against me, licking my ear.
I let out the breath I was holding, and the scent of sickness swamped me. This was the perfect opportunity I realized, the scent so strong my eyes began to water. My hips moved faster against his, keeping him lost in lust while I found the source of the stench and dug my thumb good and deep into his shoulder, fighting back a gag as puss and blood oozed from the wound.
“You fucking bitch! I will fucking kill you!” He shouted and leaned back so he loomed over me, his fists coming down on my chest and face and stomach again. I was powerless to stop from this position so I covered my head as best I could, clenching my jaw through the blows. “I was just gonna fuck you good and hard but now, now I’m gonna make you hurt. Bleed.” He backhanded me and stood back, picking up one of the straight bar shackles.
I braced myself for another hit—or worse. It wouldn’t be the first time or the worst that’s ever happened to me. Rocky was right about that. Only nothing happened. Nothing. Except his cry of pain followed by a scuffle and then the sound of more fists pounding flesh. I couldn’t open my eyes, I was too shaken and too damn scared to see what was about to happen to me.
“Where is she, you piece of shit?” The voice was angry, no—full of rage. And it was a familiar voice.
“Cash?” Maybe I was hallucinating because there was no way he was actually here. For me. A hand wrapped around my arms and pulled them from my face. I stared up into dark brown eyes surrounded by smooth, youthful brown skin.