Page 83 of Ruthless

"No!" Ginger cried, helpless as hands pulled her back. Her eyes clung to mine.

"Get your filthy hands off her," I growled, seeing that Rocky had been the one to force her away. I saw red when he laughingly grabbed her tit and squeezed until she cried out.

I roared in anger, tearing one arm loose and punching the nearest man. Adrenaline raced through my body, giving me the strength to jerk my other arm free. I was on Rocky before anyone could stop me, pushing him away from Ginger and hitting him wherever I could. I tore into him like a possessed demon, smashing my fists into his face and torso at rapid speed, forcing him backwards on his feet until he lost his balance and stumbled into a group of men. They caught him before he hit the floor, and then I felt several men grab my arms and yank me back.

It was all over quickly, yet it had been long enough for me to do damage to Rocky's face. By the time he straightened up, blood dotted his clothes from his broken nose and split lips. Retribution glittered in his eyes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You're gonna pay for that," he threatened.

I snorted. They were going to kill me. What more could they do? "Bring it on, asshole," I snarled, pulling at the hands that were holding me away from him. I was willing to do anything to get his mind off of Ginger. He pulled something out of his pocket and slipped them on his hand. Brass knuckles. Oh, shit. This was going to hurt.

"We don't have time for this," Wicked growled, stepping forward.

"Shut the fuck up!" Rocky snarled back like a rabid dog. "He deserves this for what he did to the Red Devils!" He spit blood.

I began to wonder who exactly ran the Kings.

"You're forgetting who's president," Wicked reminded him, not backing down. Rocky exchanged a look with him, breathing in through his nose like a fucking bull. His eyes bounced around the room as if he needed further evidence of Wicked's power. There were a helluva lot more Kings than there were Red Devils. "Get in a couple of hits if it will make you feel better."

"No!" Ginger pleaded.

Everyone ignored her, and Rocky needed no further persuasion. The next thing I knew he was hitting me on the side of my jaw. He held nothing back, putting all his strength into it. My head snapped back and to the side, and my mouth once again filled with blood. Son of a bitch that hurt! I barely had time to swing back around when I received a hard punch to the ribs. The air left my lungs with a grunt, and I doubled over. I could hear Ginger in the background, pleading with him to stop. I hated like fuck that she had to witness this.

"Enough!" Wicked yelled. Rocky followed it up with one more hit to my torso.

"You fucking coward!" Ginger screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"It's okay, baby, he hits like a girl," I taunted, trying to smile through the pain in my jaw.

Rocky laughed. "Well, let me show you both that I'm a man." He turned toward Ginger with savage intent in his eyes. "I think it's time we show her what a train is."

I watched Ginger's face turn into a mask of stark terror. She knew what a train was, because I had explained it to her years before. She knew that they were about to line up and take their turns fucking her. She began to back up, shaking her head no, but there was nowhere for her to go that wouldn't put her up against the wall of men. Their faces had transformed, too, into twisted shapes of lust and anticipation. I roared with rage and frustration when they began to pass her around the room so that each man had a chance to molest her. One man took out a knife and cut the rope at her wrists so that she could fight them. And she did. My girl fought like a tiger, hissing and slapping at their roaming hands with determination. Rage burned brightly in her eyes as she hit out at them with one hand while the other clutched at her torn clothes.

They were just as determined to leave her naked and vulnerable. Two men easily overpowered her and removed her shorts. By the time they were done passing her from one man to the other she had little left to hide her body from them. I strained at the hands holding me back, wondering where the fuck my brothers were. The minutes had passed like hours.

Real panic set in when Rocky picked Ginger up and slammed her down on top of a scarred and cracked countertop. She cried out with the impact, kicking and clawing at him to get off of her.

"Get the fuck off her!" I roared, panting in my efforts to get to her. The men holding me laughed, but their eyes were glued to what was going on.

And then they began to line up, with Rocky and Wizard at the front, grabbing the front of their pants suggestively as they got prepared to defile my woman. My heart was going to fucking explode from my chest.

"Bring Rebel over so he has a front seat!" Rocky laughed hatefully, lying over Ginger as she squirmed beneath him, her face wet and red. "I want him to see every dick go inside his woman's pussy!"

"You fucker!" I was dragged closer, fighting to pull my arms free every step of the way. Rocky looked over at me, making sure that I watched as he ran his filthy paws all over Ginger.

"Get off me!" Ginger hissed through clenched teeth. She was angry and crying and fighting him with all of her might. She dug deep scratches down the side of Rocky’s face and was rewarded by a hard slap.

"Come on, brother, I'm horny!" one of the Kings grated from his place in line.

"Yeah, hurry shit along!" another demanded, playing with himself.

"Fuck her already!" This came from a Red Devil. "I wanna show my boy how to fuck a woman good!"

"Get her naked!" someone else shouted.

I was going to fucking kill every one of them. Rocky's hands went to what was left of Ginger's t-shirt, his fingers curling around a strip of material at the top and pulling down, but she was prepared for him and brought her arms up, crossing them over her breasts to prevent him from ripping it off her.

That was when the front door burst open.

All hell broke loose.

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