“Santos,” I shout. I’m at a loss for what to say because my threats were falling on deaf ears thanks to the distance. “She has nothing to do with this.”
“Bullshit,” he spits toward the screen. “She matters to you, and that makes her the perfect way to get at you and your fuck boy MC.”
“You know this won’t end well for you.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. What I know is that this tight pussy is about to get fucked right for the first time.” Without another word, he turns to Kelsey and lets his pants drop to the floor, stroking his cock and staring at her naked body. “You ready for that?”
“No.” She lets out a half-hearted, defeated shout.
“Too bad, bitch.” Nogales says the words in her ear and pulls the rope a little tighter.
“Perfect.” Santos groans and takes a step forward, rubbing his fingertips over her pussy and using her juices to stroke his cock. A moment later, he thrusts inside my woman.
“No!” A blood-curdling scream comes out of Kelsey but she’s in no position to deny Santos when he’s thrusting in and out of her. “Kill. Me. Please.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he grunts and curls his arms around her thighs, pumping hard and fast like a goddamn jackrabbit.
“Such a tight little pussy. Wait ‘til you boys get a taste of this.”
My heart skids to a stop at his words, and I scan what I can see of the room through the screen, clocking at least six men within view.
I feel like I’m going to vomit, but I have to stay strong for Kelsey. For the club. “Every one of you who touches her will end up with a bullet in your head.”
Santos laughs. “Gotta find us first.” He keeps his gaze on the screen, on me, all while he fucks my woman, hips pumping in and out, a grunt punctuating every stroke until my anger is boiling.
I turn to Wilder, our in house geek. “Wild Man?”
“Got it,” he shouts with a big, satisfied grin.
Kelsey chokes as Nogales tugs on the rope around her neck, and I turn back to the screen, heart in my throat.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Santos grunts as his hips begin to move faster and faster before stopping. He lets out another grunt and closes his eyes for a few seconds.
Mother fucker’s going to die tonight.
Then he steps back, wiping his dripping cock on his shirt and turns back to the screen.
“Damn! Have you ever had that ass, Coop? Sah-weet! My boys will show her a good time. Cortez! Come get a piece of this ass! It’s hot and ready! Like a fuckin’ pizza!” He laughs. “Come on boys!”
“Dead man,” I hiss. “Every last fucking one of you.”
Santos laughs. “You ready to give me what you stole plus the dock?”
“Sure. Let’s meet to talk about it,” I tell him with a serious expression.
“Too bad,” he smacks his lips and shakes his head. “I’ll let my boys have some fun before I kill her.
Before I can register what’s happening, the screen goes black and I hear what can only be construed as a gunshot.
“Kelsey!” I stare at the black screen, fear and disbelief and outrage burning up my chest and my gut. “That motherfucker shot her,” I say to no one in particular. “He fucking shot her.”
Ace’s hand lands on my shoulder and gives a firm squeeze. “Then let’s go make that asshole pay, brother. We don’t have time for emotions and mourning. Not now.”
I nod absently because I know Ace is right, but the last image I’ll ever have of Kelsey is of another man’s cock plunging in and out of her while tears stream down her cheeks, knowing there’s not one goddamn thing I can do to save her.
“He’s dead, Ace.” I don’t ask, because as far as I’m concerned, there’s no negotiating this point. Hector Santos is going to breathe his last breath at my hands. Tonight.
Ace nods. “They’re all dead, but first, let’s see if we can save your girl.”
“You saw what I saw,” I say angrily.
“Yeah, but I’m not in love with her, so I think we saw two different things. Let’s suit up and get going. Wild Man says the warehouse where they’re keeping her is twenty miles away.”
“You sure?” I look to Wild Man for confirmation.
“Positive. Kelsey’s phone pinged on a nearby tower, and this property is owned by King Enterprises LLC.” Wild Man shrugs and lets out a derisive snort. “Took some time but once I realized we weren’t dealing with geniuses, they were easy to track down. King Enterprises’ registered owner is no other than Hector Santos Medina. AKA Iron Kings.”
“Roll out,” Shades shouts out to everyone. “Coop, you’re with me,” he instructs, and I’m happy to go with him because his shielded eyes mean I won’t have to see the pity and sympathy in his eyes like the rest of my brothers.