Page 53 of Virginity Sold

Kyrian: You remember your promise, I know wherever you and Uncle Liam are going has to do with her shit stain parents.

It’s only when I look up and glance out the window do I realize where we’re at.

“Are we heading to your old warehouse?”

“We are. There’s two packages there waiting on us, thanks to John and his men.” Liam smiles widely and the thrill of the impending torture courses through my veins.

I rub my hands together, ready to make them pay for what they did to my sweet cookie.

“Do they understand the reason for being there?”

“If they don’t, they will once we arrive.” Uncle Liam’s face is hard, just like the days when he used to kill for joy for Grandpa.

It takes another twenty minutes before we finally pull up to the warehouse thats located just outside of town. He keeps the building up since we use it primarily for meetings now. He clicks the remote on the visor and the bay doors open so we can pull inside.

John’s seated at a table right inside the doors, legs stretched out with his feet propped on top of it. He has a knife and block of wood in hand, carving one of his weird little figurines.

“Where are they?” Uncle Liam barks as he opens the car door.

“Got them strapped to the tables and stripped down to their birthday suits. I got tired of their pleas to let them go, so I had one of the boys take a shit and wipe his ass on some rags and stuff them in their mouths. They tried to fight, so I told him to add some tape.”

Uncle Liam and I both grin. John is one demented fuck.

“Good. Let them choke on it for a little longer,” Liam states gruffly.

“I found this, too. Don’t know how much is still there since they had enough drugs and alcohol in there to host a fucking party.” John lifts his feet off the table and bends down, picking up two black bags and sets them on the table.

Uncle Liam steps over to it, pulling the zipper of one of the bags open. Reaching in, he pulls out a stack of bills, then places it back inside and zips it up. “Killian, put these in the trunk of our car.” He passes me the keys and the bags, and I promptly follow his instructions.

Those fucking bastards took the money my girl gave her virginity for. This is undeniable proof they’re the ones responsible for Elena lying broken in the hospital, with no memory of us.

“Thanks, John. I’ll have the usual amount plus a bonus deposited into your account by morning."

“It’s always a pleasure, Liam. Have fun, but put on gloves before you remove the rags. Herb made sure they were extra shitty, knowing who he was. It took everything in me for my knife not to slip out of my hand and accidentally land in his throat.”

John stands from the table and heads out the bay door, leaving Uncle Liam and me alone with the Hastings.

Pulling out my phone, I send a message to Kyrian.

Me: We have them at the old warehouse.

As I type out another message, the bubbles pop up and down on the screen, letting me know Kyrian’s replying.

Me: How is Cookie?

Kyrian: Good. Don’t forget your promise. I want to give the final blow.

Kyrian: Still sleeping.

Me: I promised you I would. I just need to make sure Uncle Liam saves some for you.

He doesn’t say anything back. Instead, he sends me a picture of my cookie, sleeping. She needs to rest so she can heal. Once she’s discharged from the hospital, she’s coming home with us. It looks like we all will be moving in with Uncle Liam.

“Let’s go talk to the fucks.” Uncle Liam slips on a pair of gloves before tossing a pair to me. I put them on quickly, not wanting to touch the rags in their mouths with my bare hands.

As we move further into the warehouse, we see them struggling against the straps that hold them down. Jeffrey’s flaccid cock and Sally Anne’s shriveled-up body are on full display.

I turn my head to the side, burying it in the crook of my arm to disguise the gagging. These two have no right to be naked in front of anyone.

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