Page 91 of Hell & Back

“You heard the man.” Dagger whipped out his knife and held it to Crockett’s throat. Trick moved in and started cutting away the man’s clothes. He still had duct tape over his mouth so all he could manage was a death stare and labored breathing through his nose. If he could get loose, Darren had no doubt he’d come athim and try to kill him with his bare hands. He’d like to fucking see him try.

Jackson and Jed were busy divesting RIP of his clothes as well. Tulsa snapped his teeth in his face when he acted like RIP might make a move. With his hands behind his back, Darren wasn’t sure what he hoped to accomplish other than maybe forcing someone to kill him. So not going to happen.

Darren laughed at the naked men before him. Both had raging hard ons, the heads so engorged they were almost purple. From experience, he knew they had to be in great pain by now. They’d been given three pills before they left and hadn’t been able to fuck anyone since then. He remembered how painful his throbbing dick had been when they’d drugged him. He bet as soon as they put them in their own cells, they’d be masturbating like crazy. Even Darren had been reduced to trying.

He pulled the baggie of pills from his pocket. “Open wide.” Crockett wasn’t as amiable as last time, obviously realizing more pills meant more pain. Tuck squeezed his jaw until his mouth popped open, then Darren dropped three pills in his mouth. It took a little wrangling, but they got them down him.

Stepping over to RIP, he told him to open his mouth.

“From the looks of things,” RIP said, “our little cocktail’s still working on you, too. Unless you’re turned on at the sight of my big dick.”

Darren hated the man with the fire of a thousand burning suns, but he would not give the man the quick death he was asking for. He nodded his head and Tulsa repeated his actions from earlier and torqued RIP’s head back, forcing him to open his mouth on a gasp, easily allowing Darren to drop them in his mouth. Also like last time, Tulsa quickly covered both his mouth and nose, forcing RIP to swallow the pills. Once he had them down, he twisted his face free from Tulsa’s grip, growling like a wild animal.

Darren stepped back and instructed his brothers to put each man in his own room. He followed behind as Jed and Tulsa roughly shoved RIP inside. He stumbled before he turned around and saw Darren standing outside the room. “So what’s your plan? Make our dicks so hard they explode?”

He didn’t bother answering the fucker. He let everything he was feeling reveal itself in the form of a sinister, mocking smile. He’d get his revenge. It was just going to take some time. The door slammed shut, cutting off anything further RIP might have wanted to say.

“Let’s have a beer. I’m dying of thirst. We can watch them from upstairs.” Race led the way to the kitchen.

They all trudged up the stairs to grab a drink and settle in for the show. Trick turned the TV with the split screen on, giving them a view into each room. Just as Darren suspected, they hadn’t even made it five minutes before Crockett and RIP were jerking off.

“Good luck with that, fuckers.” Darren took a drink from his beer as he stood next to the couch watching the two men struggle without success. He’d find it downright hilarious if it didn’t bring back so many bad memories.

“How long do you think that’ll go on before they give up?” Jed asked. He’d taken a seat at one end of the couch and was getting comfortable.

“Honestly, I saw the other men held with me go at it for hours. The only thing that stopped them was being so physically exhausted they couldn’t lift their arms.”

Trick and Jackson wandered in with a can of beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. Where did they find popcorn? They dropped to the floor in front of the coffee table since the couch was already full.

“Damn. Look at Crockett go,” Tulsa laughed.

“I’m gonna call Kylie. You wanna talk with her, too?” Tuck nudged him with his elbow.

“Yeah. I’ll come talk to her.” It was really late to be calling Kylie. She should be in bed by now, but she wouldn’t care that they woke her up. She would rather hear from them personally, to hear their voices telling her they were okay. He followed him to one of the bedrooms and sat next to him while he put the call through on speaker.

It rang three times before a sleepy Kylie answered with a groggy, “Hello?”

“Baby, it’s me. We’re good. We didn’t want to wake you, but we knew you’d be worried.”

“Thank God,” she whispered. “And Darren? How’s he doing?”

“I’m right here, baby, and I’m doing good.”

“Really?”

“I promise. I’m doing good.” For now, but that could change. Keeping busy had kept his mind off how much his dick was starting to ache. He hoped it continued that way because the only thing that would help was to take the sleeping pills and he refused to do that until he was finished with Crockett and RIP.

“Is he telling me the truth, Tuck?”

“Yeah, baby,” Tuck chuckled. “He looks good. Listen, we were calling to let you know we took a detour on the way back to Redemption. We’ve got some things to take care of so we won’t be home until later today. Preacher and the Horsemen should be almost there if they’re not already. Mav, Lance and Chris are with them. They’re supposed to let you all know we’re good. No one was hurt.”

The sound of sniffling from the other end of the line caught Darren’s attention. “Baby, are you crying?”

“Just a little. I’m just so happy you guys are okay and this is all over. Itisall over, right?”

Darren knew what she was asking. “Yes. It’s all over.”

“Thank God.”

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