Page 8 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

The thin nylon material of my bra begins to separate, revealing the swell of my breasts. My nipples harden to peaks as the knife continues its descent. Diego’s hand is steady as the knife whispers down over my stomach and navel, before hitting the waistband of my leggings. The blade slices through it like butter.

Outrage builds inside of me as he guides the tip through the seam of the crotch and up the back, dividing the pants in two.How many times has this man done this? Is he always this precise? Or is he just toying with his prey?

I tug at my restraints to no avail. It’s only making them bite into my wrist more. Not to mention, the movement is revealing more and more of my breasts. Anddangerouslyclose to revealing my nipples.

Selena keeps screaming. “Stop this! Leave her alone. Youpromised. You promised me!”What the hell is she talking about? Who promised her what? Did Diego promise her he wouldn’t touch me?

“Then you are a stupid little girl for believing me,” Diego directs his attention to Selena, pointing the knife at her. “Keep your mouthshut, Sel.”

He drops the knife. It clatters to the floor, making me jerk and squirm like a fish on a hook. Diego squats down to remove each of my shoes, followed by my socks. Moving to stand in front of me, he admires his handiwork. Covetous eyes zipline down my exposed body. The bastard even has the nerve to smile at me, flashing me a set of perfectly straight white teeth. Even his canines are sharp, making him appear even more sinister.

Bold hands grip the two pieces of my leggings, maneuvering them down my legs. I’m left in nothing but a split-open sports bra and a black lace thong. That fucker knew what he would be doing. Of course, he would lay out a black lace thong.

Liam is going to lose his shit. But I’ll be damned if he thinks he is sacrificing himself for me. I just have to figure out how to change our fate at the exchange.

Diego walks over, grabs the camera off the tripod, and begins recording himself. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking your littleprincesa,gentlemen. Be quick about getting to the meeting spot. If you’re even a second late, Selena and Madison are dead. And the both of you will be next.”

He slams the camera screen shut and tosses it to Geraldo, who fumbles it before securing it to his chest. “Get this uploadedand sent to themimmediately. And take my sister with you. She’s good at that tech shit.”

Diego turns to face me while they leave us. “I still have my workcut outfor me.” His gaze becomes dark and ominous. Gone are those beautiful blue ocean eyes. I am now staring into the eyes of a hunter—and I happen to be his favorite kind of prey.

My sisterand Geraldo leave us in silence. The room is thick with sexual tension and fear. Metal clangs against metal as the door aggressively slams shut behind them. I’veroyallypissed off my sister, but she’ll have to get over it. I promised her I would only make itlooklike I was going to torture Madison. Hell, we agreed I wouldn’t even be picking up a knife. It was never in the plan to cut open her clothes and strip her of them.

I can’t say I didn’t enjoy watching her pupils dilate and her breathing intensify. She was turned on the same way I was.Fuck, that was hot.

This was the way it had to be done to prevent my uncle from catching on to our plan. I saw the look on Geraldo’s face. He knew the chains alone wouldn’t be enough to get Killian and Liam to agree to the exchange. In his eyes, women are disposable. Believing no man would risk their empire or loyal soldiers for a slut.His words—not mine.

He’s wrong. Those two would die for her.

That’s their Queen.

One thing is certain. Geraldo is riding on borrowed time. He’s about to have a reunion in Hell with his brother. Ending upright alongside the rest of the like-minded, corrupt men of this organization.

As the next leader of this syndicate, I’ll be damned if we don’t rid ourselves of the disease plaguing it first.

I make a beeline to the lever and release it slowly. Madison inches lower until her bare feet touch the ground. Her eyes widen as I approach her. They hold fear again.

Fear of me.

That shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Finally, we have the video. And now that we do, I can fill Madison in on our plan.

You see, Sel and I had to have Madison’s terror appear real. We needed tangible proof for Killian and Liam. This video will be the fuel required to fire up their hatred and anger. To encourage them to go beyond just retrieving Madison.

They will be bloodthirsty.

Their devotion to her isexactlywhat is necessary for the rest of this plan to be successful.

“You did good,Mariposita,” I whisper, gently pulling the tape from her lips. Part of her lower lip starts bleeding where it has cracked open too many times. I grind down on my molars and take in a soothing breath. Not a drop of blood should have been spilled from this sassy little creature in front of me. Her eyes blaze with an inferno that could melt you on the spot.

Worth it, if you ask me.

“You.Bastard. You promised me you wouldn’t tou—touch me.” She kicks her legs out aiming for my dick. I already anticipated it, grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around me before they got the chance to connect. The pressure of my body molded against hers breaks through her anger.

“Itechnicallydidn’t touch you.” I bite my lip, holding back a laugh.She’s fucking cute when she’s angry.“Hold on to me with these sexy thighs while I open these restraints.” Like a good girl, she obeys, squeezing her thighs tight around my waist.

When both her hands are free, I take a second to admire theexquisite woman in my arms. She doesn’t attempt to move from my hold right away. Warm brown eyes search mine for any sign of the monster that was present a few moments ago.

“What did you mean before? The part about ‘I just need it tolooklike I did. Or that I will’.”

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