Double Infiltration (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 4)

“Damn it to hell! They’re going to get her. They fucking invaded our home, Carl. They invaded our fucking home. I’m going to kill them!” Richie yelled.

In sync, like highly trained soldiers they made their way upstairs to the bedroom. They could see the bullet holes, the broken glass scattered throughout the hallway. The bedroom door was closed. Mason was on one side, BJ on the other, guns drawn and waiting on Carl and Richie to shove the door open and enter first. Richie’s heart pounded inside of his chest. He didn’t know what awaited them on the other side. Was Juliet dead? Would he find his woman murdered? He felt sick, but he trudged onward. He needed to save her.

He kicked the door open, and Carl rushed through, despite his injury. Adrenaline must be numbing his pain.

Gun pointed, the room engulfed in darkness except for the moonlight cascading through the broken widow, he knew it was empty. Carl switched on the bedroom light. They saw the blood on the sheets, the lamp turned over onto the rug, the side dresser turned with drawers opened. She’d struggled to stay. She’d fought to remain here, waiting and hoping they would save her, and they hadn’t.

“We failed her. We fucking let this happen. Look at the place. She struggled with her attacker. Son of a bitch! I’m done playing fucking games!” Richie yelled.

He walked toward the window. He saw the men, his friends, down below.

“They took off on ATVs. I’ve got guys on them now,” Keith, one of the Delite Warriors, yelled up to Richie.

“Tell them to remain back a ways. I don’t want to tip them off that we’ve got someone on them.”

“No problem, Richie. I’m on it.”

Richie turned toward his brother, BJ, and Mason. “I’m doing this my way. Call the commander. Let him know what’s up and to clear the way. We’re going to get our woman.”

Chapter 13

“Get off of me. Leave me alone, you asshole!” Juliet kicked and screamed as she fought to dislodge herself from the ATV. It was pitch black. The men that broke into the house to take her wore night-vision glasses. She couldn’t see shit.

Her heart pounded inside of her chest. She would never forget the sound of rapid fire cutting through the windows and Sheetrock of the house. Nor would she forget scrambling out of bed as two men shot the windows open and grabbed her before she could reach the door.

She wanted to get to Richie and Carl. The ATV bumped, and she shifted, nearly falling off the man’s lap. She knew who did this. She knew who would be waiting for her once they reached their destination. The ATV came to a halt, and her ribs hit the metal, making her cry out in pain.

The driver stood up, taking her with him as if she were a rag doll instead of a human being. These men were monsters with no respect for human life. She wouldn’t be able to fight them. Not unless she got a gun, and even then, she was outnumbered.

Juliet thought about her options. If she ran, they would catch her, and it would hurt. The guys who broke into the room already worked her over good. Her lips were swollen, her eye was, too, and her vision wasn’t the best, either.

“Get her into the truck. The boss is down the road waiting for her,” some other masked gunman stated. The guy grabbed her, threw her onto his hip, and walked toward the SUV. She knew that Pierce and Robert were in there. She wouldn’t go. She couldn’t be with them. How did things go so badly so quickly? Panicking, she wiggled and kicked, moving her arms, flailing her legs until the guy couldn’t carry her any longer. He dumped her just shy of the black SUV, and she scrambled to her feet, looking to see what direction to run when the door opened.

“Don’t run, Juliana. They’ll track you down and knock you out.” Pierce’s voice froze her in her tracks. She turned to look at him and his smug expression. He was in her face in a flash. He grabbed her by her shoulders and stared down into her eyes then over her body. He looked evil and wild as he stared at her breasts. She was only wearing shorts and a V-neck T-shirt. No bra, no panties. She might as well be naked.

“You’ve grown up.” He licked his lips as he inched his mouth closer to her. She closed her eyes and held her breath while he ran his hands up and down her arms. It didn’t provide any warmth she needed. Instead, it gave her more chills.

“You are fucking gorgeous.” He kissed her on the mouth, wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, and devoured her pleas for help. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move to defend herself. His arms were like vise grips, his mouth powerful and wanton as he took from her what he wanted.

As he released her lips, she cried out in torment, anger, fear, and pain while the sick bastard licked across her neck, her shoulder, and to her breasts. He was grabbing at her, cupping her breasts then turning her toward the truck. Her back slammed against the side of it. He was a monster. He was huge as his paws scratched against her skin, and his hand delved below her waist and into her shorts. She screamed and fought, but it was no use. He took from her what he wanted. She wouldn’t let him rape her. She would rather die. She growled then bit into his shoulder, piercing his skin. She screamed and shook and scratched at his eyes. She did everything she could to fight him off.

She sensed something going on around them. She heard yelling and gunshots. Then Robert yelled and then screamed in a high-pitched voice.

Pierce yelled and then forearmed her to the throat. She lost her breath and gasped. Just as she took a small breath and panicked, feeling like she might die from the strike, he hit her again and again. His forearm landed against her throat, against her upper lips, and then held her there against the truck.

He began to shove her shorts down. More yelling and gunshots echoed around them. It happened so fast, like a blur as her vision faltered. She knew he was pulling down his pants. He was going to rape her right here, out in the open.

“They killed Robert, but I’ll have you before they kill me,” Pierce yelled at her.

“No!”

She heard the roar, but as she tried to cry out, nothing happened. She was in so much pain. As Pierce’s body was ripped from hers before he could shove inside of her, she collapsed to the ground, holding her throat, curling up into the fetal position.

In the back of her mind she could hear Pierce’s cries of pain echo somewhere close by. He was begging for life, and she thought she heard what sounded like a crack then Monte’s voice and Carl’s saying that they were dead and it was over. No more gunshots, no more chaos. She blinked her eyes open and tried to look through swollen eyes, still holding her throat, still trying to see in the darkness, when two faces appeared. She blinked her eyes, trying to remain conscious. Who was there? Who was coming for her? Were Robert and Pierce really dead? She saw Richie and Carl. Both looking enraged and furious right before blackness ove

rtook her vision.

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