Page 18 of Hard Limits

I hung up the phone and made my way out the door. The tracking device I had put on her phone showed that she was still at the apartment, but it just didn’t make sense. Taking my secure line out, I opened the application for the street cameras. As I waited for the app to load, my private line rang. Her name appeared on the screen, and relief shot through me.

“Where are you?”

“I suppose I should have followed my gut and had you killed, but I think it will be more fun this way.”

Her scream penetrated my head and fear clutched at my heart. Closing my eyes, I let the darkness encompass my mind, and I let the cold brittle truth settle in.

“If you harm one hair on her head, I assure you your screams will be much more powerful but they’ll be filled with blood.”

His cynical laugh only fueled my rage as I got in my car. The images on my phone showed where she had been taken. She was walking tonight, even though I told her I’d send a car for her. She was cold, she shivered as she made her way down the street. It was then I spotted the black vehicle trailing behind her. In one instant, she was about to cross the street, the next, a man had gotten out, grabbed her, and placed a rag over her face. She’d struggled, and the fucker had slammed his fist down, knocking her out completely. I gripped the steering wheel as I watched the screen, gaining quick access to where he was going.

“I’m sure you’re on your way to rescue your hot little damsel, but you forget one thing, Aracely belongs to me by law, and I will not have some insignificant piece of shit like you take what rightfully belongs to me. “

I let him talk as I followed the signal on my phone. I may be a piece of shit, but I was also a smart motherfucker. I focused on what I knew, my training made me meticulous in surveillance and tracking, and when I aimed to find a target, I was unstoppable.

A snake like Shane wasn’t going to stop me. Especially when I had a bullet saved with his name on it. Oh no, he was going to pay for every sin he’d committed, and I was going to be his judge, jury, and executioner.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ARACELY

My head pounded, and eyelids felt heavy as they fought to open. One moment I was about to cross the street to Edge, the next I was bound and gagged. I’d felt a sharp pain run across my temple and then darkness enveloped me.

Through my blurred vision I took in my surroundings. The room was dank and dark, it smelled of paint and thinner. A cold draft lifted the plastic covers that aligned the windows. In front of me, there was a metal chair, it was who was in it that frightened me. Seated in that chair, a gun propped on his knee, was my worst nightmare.

I managed to scream, a soft croaked sound emanating from my dry throat. Struggling, I couldn’t move. I was chained against the wall, my toes barely touching the ground. I shivered as I realized I was naked and completely helpless to his twisted games.

He stood up slowly, a grin on his lips. His dark crow eyes staring back at me. Taking the gun in hand, he pressed it to my temple, roughly pushing on it. Chuckling he ran the cold steel down my body, circling my bare breasts, shoving it against my stomach. His grin turned twisted as he cocked the barrel of the gun, the click echoing off the barren walls. The cold breeze that wafted in, mixed with my fear, made me shake uncontrollably. The gun shifted down between my thighs and he pressed the barrel against my core.

“Is this where you let him fuck you?” He shoved the tip of the barrel up my dry entrance and tears fell down my cheeks. I hung speechless as pain took my breath away, the reality of what he was going to do slowly and dreadfully settling in.

“Tell me bitch! Is this how he stuck his dick in you!” I cried out as he forced more of the steel rod inside of me and I fought through the burning pain.

Gripping my chin, he forced me to look at his vile face. “Did you think you could leave and I’d just sit back and let you walk all over me?” His spit hit my lips and I grimaced in disgust.

“No one leaves me, bitch! I’ll kill you first! Maybe I should end your worthless life right here and now.” Pressing his face against mine, he whispered to me. “But I think having your lover watch me fuck you as I strangle the life out of you would be so much more fun. Don’t you think so?”

He smiled at me, shoving the gun in and out of me, tearing me up. “I can’t wait to feel that pussy clamp down on my cock as your body grows cold.”

“Fuck you!” I managed to scream, spitting in his face.

Gripping my hair, he yanked my head back, the sting of pain running down my spine.

“The bitch has claws. I’m gonna have to clip each and every one of those claws off. Maybe I should start with this finger.” He gripped my hand that was chained to the wall and placed my index finger between his teeth.

I watched in horror as he held it there for a long moment, his eyes focused on me. I shook, waiting for the horror to happen.

“Or maybe…”

He yanked the gun from between my thighs, staring at it for a moment. Pressing it to my temple, he slid it down to my mouth. Closing my eyes, I tasted the faint copper of blood. My vagina throbbed painfully, and I focused on that burning as he spoke.

“Maybe instead of a finger, I can bite one of these titties off, they look much more tempting.” I gritted my teeth as he bit down on the tip of my breast. Intentionally mauling it until I screamed.

“That’s it, scream for me. Your screams make my cock so hard.”

He dug his fingers into my tender pussy and I simply hung there as he groped me. An icy current ran through me and my eyes focused on the concrete floor behind him. The sound of his zipper being undone was a faraway sound, my eyes glued on that spot on the floor, focusing on the droplets of water that tapped on the concrete.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

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