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“There’s that sweet piece of ass.” Julio’s uncle moved away from him. Then, in a bark to his men, he commanded, “Strip her.”

Naz threw his elbow back, trying to get to her. Whoever held him grunted and squeezed but didn’t let go. When Naz scrabbled at the arm, fingers dug into his bloody side, making his vision dim.

There were still half a dozen men left. A couple of them went to help as Meg fought the one who had dragged her out of the house.

Meg was crying, sobbing with fear as she lashed out.

“You said you’d let the girl live,” Seb said, disgust in his voice.

“Oh, we’re not going to kill her.” Julio’s uncle stared down at Naz, but Naz couldn’t look away from Meg. The dress ripped, its pieces fluttering around her.

“She’s a good fuck. Worth more alive. I’m not going to let her enjoy it this time, though.” He pointed a gun at Naz. “Tell me where my drugs are, and I’ll kill you so you don’t have to watch what we do to her.”

“We.” They were all going to do it. Meg’s worst nightmare, and they were going to make Naz watch. The voices in his head taunted him with his failure.

“He can’t fucking talk!” Seb shouted.

“Shut him up.”

The sound of flesh on flesh was dim as Naz choked and thrashed.

Meg’s beautiful breasts were on display, her arms held wide as they forced her to the ground.

Julio’s uncle wore a smug smile. “I’m going to pound her raw ass so hard, you’ll have to listen to her beg me to stop. I’m going to—”

You beg me so good. The way you do makes me want to fuck you even harder.

The voices in his head drowned out what the man was saying. Naz’s vision bled to black as the world disappeared.

Chapter 28

“Ilove you, Ignacio.”

The words burned inside Naz’s mind.

“I love you. Please, stop. Come back to me.”

As he blinked the gray out of his vision, he found his hands around Seb’s throat, the whites around his dark eyes filled with red.

Meg’s arms clung to his as she pressed along his back. “He helped. Let him go.”

Naz released Seb, his hands moving to where Meg’s clutched him, streaking her arms with blood.

Seb coughed and wheezed. He wasn’t dead.

Everyone else around them lay still.

Naz hoped they were dead. He hurt all over and wasn’t up for another fight.

“Meg?”

Her arms tightened, and he didn’t give a shit that she was choking him a little with how hard she held him. “I’m here,” she said, and he hated that she released him, her hands stroking his back instead. “We’re both alive.”

“Only both? Fucking hell.” Seb coughed again as he glared and tried to sit up. His glare faded as he took in Naz’s body.

Naz didn’t care about Seb. He tried to turn around to see Meg, but his leg wouldn’t work, wouldn’t hold him.

“No! Don’t move.” She grabbed his arms to keep him from falling over.

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