Page 64 of Hidden But Not Safe

“You fucking bitch!” Julio shouted.

“No, I’m a slut like you said. And I’ve wanted Ignacio’s dick inside me for so long.” Meg loosened her hold enough to stare into Naz’s eyes. “So he fucks me first.” Her jaw firmed, and she looked back over her shoulder at Julio without any trace of her smile. “But if he won’t do it, I’m masturbating until this fucking drug wears off and not one of you gets to fuck me.”

“Naz,” Julio warned. “If you touch her, I’m killing you both.”

Meg’s arms tightened on his neck, and she curled into him again, her face close enough that her lips brushed his ear.

Naz wished he could pull her even closer.

“Chill, Julio,” Rocks said. “I’ve heard Naz can’t even get hard. No one has seen him fuck anyone.”

“I’m sorry,” Meg whispered. “I’m so sorry.” She kept repeating it in his ear, every puff of breath sending tingles through his body.

“I’m going to fucking kill them.”

Naz barely heard Julio’s threat over Meg’s continued apology.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t sure what she was sorry for. That she was using him like a shield? He didn’t mind.

Meg knew Naz wouldn’t fuck her. She had to know. She was pressed against him, and he wasn’t hard at all.

He couldn’t get hard, not with the voices writhing in his head, becoming loud enough to drown out even Meg’s whispers.

Naz could barely see Julio’s fury through his dimming vision. Julio stomped toward them.

“She’s fucking all of us, and she’ll enjoy every second of it.”

Julio’s threat made Meg’s voice, a memory of her voice, join all the others in his head.

She was saying she’d rather die.

Naz shifted her so he could clutch her with one hand and reached for his gun.

Carlos’s laugh sliced through the ones in his head, unnaturally loud. “I was told Naz prefers getting fucked versus fucking. That he likes getting railed hard, probably more than your girl.”

Naz’s hearing snapped out, his vision went black, and he lost awareness of everything around him. Everything, including Meg, who was so close but could never be close enough.

Chapter 20

Someone was crying.

Was it him again? Sobbing like the pathetic little wimp he was?

No, it couldn’t be him. The shovel made sure of that. He could barely make a sound anymore, not outside of his head.

Naz hated being stuck in his head.

The darkness blocking his vision seeped away. His eyes were already open. He stared down at the knife he gripped, where it was embedded in Rocks’s gurgling throat. The man’s brown eyes, wide in shock, became empty and dull. Soon he was just a bleeding body.

Naz’s body felt like shit, like Rocks must have wiped the floor with him, using those massive fists like boulders.

That’s why he’d planned on taking Rocks out first.

Maybe he had. His eyes flew around the warehouse. Four bodies. At least, he assumed the others on the crew were bodies, what with all the blood.

The one with the mush for a face must be Julio; Carlos and Miguel were still recognizable.

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