Bound Together (Dangerous Sinners)

“Ronan, if you don’t want me to rip your head from your body, you better tell me what the fuck you’re doin’ here.”

“You’ve got reinforcements. Axel texted Stone, who got Enzo, Ciaran, Finn, and Parisa here. I’m assuming we aren’t getting out of here without some sort of showdown?” Ronan cracks his knuckles. “Enzo brought grenades. He says it’s the quickest way to get it over and done with.”

“Yes, light them all up. Except for Michael. That fucker needs to go down slowly. He comes with us. Get Parisa in here. She can get Samira out while we take care of the rest.”

Ronan barks a laugh. “Parisa won’t like that. You know how crazy she is. She’ll be pissed we gave her bitch work. On second thought, I think I’ll enjoy watching her cut your dick off for giving her a punk-ass job. Remember when she knifed that Italian guy for calling her the weaker sex?”

“Ronan, we don’t have time for this shit. Get her. Now.”

“I can take care of myself,” Samira insists.

My thumb brushes her bottom lip, moving the cum there back and forth. “I know you can, beautiful, but you don't have to, now that I’m here. Let me take care of you, Malishka. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do.” Her eyes take in my face as if searching for the validity of my words. “Trust me, Samira. At least for now.”

I rise and offer her my hand. She hesitates for a moment before she nods and places her hand in mine.

I open the door, and there’s Parisa, leaning against the wall, examining her long nails. “I’ll protect her, Max, but I’m not your little bitch who gets the simple jobs. Got it?” She turns to Samira and offers her the sweetest smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Samira. All this man has talked about for the last ten years is you.”

Samira turns to me, and I squeeze her hand. “It’s okay. I trust Parisa with my life. She’ll protect you.”

I watch as Parisa grabs Samira’s hand and pulls her towards the back door. I run toward the bar, finding Enzo and Stone huddled together as the other guys' circle around them. No one in the bar seems to think anything that happened tonight is out of the ordinary. And why should they? They’ve spent their whole lives partaking in fucked up shit. My eyes scan the room, and I spot Michael at the bar, laughing as if he owns the whole fuckin’ world and no one can touch him. Maybe no one could touch him before, but tonight he’s gonna meet his maker.

Michael is someone I’ve had my eye on for a while. He’s not the type of asshole we usually target. Anyone that works in the shadows in drugs, legal skin trade, and guns, we leave alone unless they fuck with us. But Michael over here also deals in human trafficking. He has ties with some dangerous cartels that have ruined many young people’s lives. It doesn’t shock me that Samira ended up working here. I know the dive for having a lot of strippers that used to be owned. It’s like a halfway house. A place that keeps victims tied to them but allows the illusion of freedom.

When Enzo spots me, he waves me over. “Good to see you, Maxim. It’s been a minute.”

“A minute too long,” Ciaran grumbles.

Ciaran is a large Charlie Hunnam lookalike with a crazed glare in his eyes and sharp vampire teeth. The guy has hated me since the day we met because his wife, Parisa, is my best friend. I’m sure he’s itching to kill me, but he knows that would piss off his wife, who he fucking adores.

I look at Enzo. “Ronan said you’ve got some grenades?”

Enzo pats his suit jacket. His other hand flicks a silver zippo back and forth. “Sure do. I’d like to take care of everything with some lighter fluid and my zippo, but I’ve got a feeling that pouring liquid randomly in the place would cause some flags to go up.”

“We take Michael before we fry the place with every asshole in it.”

Stone nods his head towards the bar where my kid brother Alexie is standing with a curvy redhead with wild, curly hair. “If Alexie touches her one more time, I’m gonna have to bash his brains in with a hammer.”

“Assuming that’s the missus.”

“I told her she couldn’t come, and she told me she wouldn’t fuck me for a week.” Stone shrugs. “Man’s got needs.”

We watch as Alexie and the redhead move Michael outside, and we head toward the door.

Michael’s eyes go wide before Finn walks up to him and punches him so hard that Michael falls to the floor unconscious. Ciaran and Kian lift him and move him to the limo's trunk.