Page 30 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

I’m really glad Tey and Logan are in the car with me. Dalton is riding with Nicky on their bikes, just in case they need to make a quick getaway. Dom is arriving fashionably late, his words, not mine. Franco and Jin aren’t expecting their rival to show up uninvited, but they won’t be able to do anything about it since too many important stiffs in suits will be their buying women. It makes me so sick to my stomach that I want to set the warehouse on fire, making sure every perverted fucker inside burns alive. I hope this plan works and a shoot-out doesn’t happen the moment Dom makes an appearance.

“I shouldn’t get horny in front of a bunch of perverts. I’ll just picture slitting all their throats and choking to death in their own blood,” I mutter, taking a deep breath as we roll up in Logan’s car towards the marina, and the fishing warehouse that Jin owns comes into view.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. See, you’re perfect for us. My bloodthirsty killer, sexy woman.” Tey turns my head towards him with the tip of his finger under my chin before stealing my fucking breath by kissing me fast and hot, curling his tongue against mine with slow flicks that have my thighs clenching together. He does that tongue curl when he’s eating me out too. I can almost feel him between my legs each time he slants his mouth over mine with a slowness that drives me wild, and very fucking horny, like get-your-cock-in-me-right-now horny. I’m seconds away from demanding it, whipping his thick as hell dick out and riding it as if I’m at the rodeo and need to win first place. He pulls away with a groan, and a slow smirk takes over his pouty lips when he sees my dazed expression.

How do they do that? One passionate kiss and I’m a puddle on the seat, my panties soaking so much that I’m afraid it’s going to seep through my black, leather bodysuit.

“Focus. We need to be alert at all times from the moment we step out of the car,” Logan says grimly from the driver's seat as he spins the wheel, the tires crunching over the gravel parking lot.

The parking lot is covered in darkness and the warehouse looks abandoned with only a single light bulb over the entrance door. Looks are deceiving though. By the door is a man dressed all in black smoking a cigarette, a bodyguard I’m assuming, and I’m willing to bet there will be more patrolling the grounds. The whole lot is filled with fancy, expensive cars from Ferraris to Aston Martins and Lamborghinis… The sick fucks have so much money that they think it’s okay to buy another human.

“Can I admit that I’m very close to pissing my pants? And I’m not sure I could squeeze out of this thing.” I wiggle in my seat in the back while Tey plays with the loose waves of my hair that are framing my face since the rest is being held up by two hair sticks that keep the bun tight to my head.

I feel exposed in this bodysuit. I thought the black dress would have worked but Nicola had an even better idea for something that wasn’t easy access. The black leather is skintight and sleek, and clasps around my neck while leaving my whole back so open that I’m almost afraid to bend over in case my ass crack makes an appearance. I’m owning my scars and letting everyone see the drawings that scatter my body with pride, no more hiding from the world even if it makes me nervous.

“I’ll cut you out of it if you’re going to piss your pants. I got you.” Tey skims his nose along my neck, breathing in deeply as he smells me before pulling away and flinging the car door open to get out.

I don’t move at first, drying my sweaty palms on the slick leather of my pants once more and meeting Logan’s gaze in the mirror when I notice he has not gotten out.

“I’m tempted to drive and keep going. I don’t want you in there. You good, baby girl?” Logan asks in a worried tone, his voice low and so calm that it settles the nerves inside of me.

I need to be strong. Not just for myself anymore. It’s for my guys and the helpless women about to be sold. This needs to end.

“I’m good, Lo. Let’s just get this over with.” I shake my head, roll my shoulders, and grab Tey’s extending hand to help me step out of the car.

I slide across the seat like butter, the leather making a squeaking sound against my bodysuit as I climb out. The rumble of Dalton’s motorcycle is loud and shakes the ground underneath my feet as he parks right next to Logan’s car. Nicky follows in after him, his crotch rocket making such a low rumbling sound that it hardly makes any noise at all. Nice.

We stand there for a second, as if preparing ourselves before turning towards the entrance and walking across the gravel lot. Each of my guys surrounds me, putting me in the middle of them as we get closer to the door. A hand tugs on my hand from the left and I look over my shoulder to see Nicky has stopped walking. He nods at the guys to keep walking without us while pulling me closer to him.

“What is it?” My brows furrow as he stares down at me for a second without saying anything before he reaches into his pocket and pulls it out with something fisted in his hand.

He raises his hand and opens his palm, a rose gold chain necklace dangling from his fingertips. The rose gold bird of a dove draws my eyes and I’m honestly frozen in place… It’s beautiful and looks expensive.

“Can I put it on you?” he asks quietly, his green eyes undecided, like I’ll throw the necklace in his face.

“You sure?” I ask warily, as if this is some kind of joke.

“Yes. Turn around.” He rolls his eyes and spins his fingers in a circle when I don’t turn around at first.

Turning, I watch the guys waiting a few feet away, giving us some privacy. They must have known he was going to give me the necklace. A little confused, I lift my hair as he slides his hands around my throat, gliding his fingers along the pounding vein there before moving the necklace into place to clasp it. For some reason, I’m light-headed as I stare down at the dove resting just above my breasts.

“Why?” I ask as I turn back towards Nicky, playing with the necklace between my fingers.

“Because.” He clears his throat and looks above my head as a small blush rises in his sharp cheekbones.

Holy crap. Nicky is embarrassed.

“It’s pretty.” I grin softly, my eyes tracking how his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly.

“No. Beautiful,” he says in such a deep voice that it causes my legs to shake, and the way he finally meets my stare, I know he’s not talking about the necklace.

“Thank you,” I whisper, dropping the dove back against my skin and raising up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek softly.

I press my lips against that spot for a few beats, breathing in his clean scent with my eyes closed. Pulling back, I spin on my heels and quickly walk back between the guys. No one says anything but I catch Tey grinning broadly at me and he winks when I make direct eye contact. The moment we stop outside the doorway, the bodyguard moves in front of us and places his hand on the gun that's resting in the front of his pants. My guys surround me closer than before but they don’t react otherwise. It must be standard procedure to give everyone a silent warning by showing your gun. I don’t fucking know but it still causes me to sweat.

We’re really doing this. It’s almost too much to process and yet, I can’t freak out right now. I won’t be able to ask for help if I start to lose it, everyone inside is going to be looking for an excuse to eat you alive if you show any weakness. I reach out and grip Dalton’s bicep for balance as my breathing becomes heavy. I repeat over and over in my head that I won’t have a panic attack. Once we pass that door, who knows what’s going to happen on the other side. Dalton stays silent but lays his warm, big hand over mine with reassurance. He’s here and I’m not alone.

“Tell me a happy moment,” Dalton leans down and whispers in my ear in a gravelly voice.

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