Page 16 of Striker

My eyes dart to the door. Striker’s large body fills the space. I step toward him, trying to peer past him to the empty hallway that looks just as neglected and worn as my room. “Are you here to make sure they feed me and lock me away?”

Striker crosses his arms, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. “Who’s Prissy, and why did she shut the door?”

My chest tightens, and I look at the floor. “Yes. I’m hungry.”

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It’s cold outside in the garden and Breaker slings a huge wool coat over my shoulders as we step outside. My shoulders are warm, but the cold, dry air slips up my dress and goose bumps break out, but I don’t care. I breathe it in, letting it coat my lungs.

Before we left the room, they blindfolded me. Then they took me down a stairwell, and we walked for a long time. I heard doors open and locks clicking and it seemed like forever before we stopped and they removed my blindfold.

I stood next to Viper in the center of a large kitchen with tile floors and old appliances, watching numbly as Breaker madea sandwich. Once I ate the food they gave me, Breaker grabbed my hand and led me to a door located in a mudroom of sorts behind the kitchen, and we’re now outside in a little garden with dying herbs and wilted vegetable plants with yellow and brown leaves.

It’s hard to tell the scope of the house, other than it’s massive. Most of the house is blocked by a tall stone wall, limiting my view. It's more like an old mansion than a house. Like those huge country homes people in old movies would travel to so they could marry off their daughters.

A bird calls from over head. I lift my face, letting the sun warm my cheeks. The sound of waves is more distant here, again reminding me of the house I went to in the summer with my parents.

“Do you guys live here?” I ask, my eyes closed, my hands gripping the black peacoat to keep it from sliding off. “Or do you just bring your victims here?”

I hear Breaker sigh to my left.

“Do you fuck all the people you kidnap?” I ask, lowering my head to glare at Viper in front of me, who’s watching me with an intensity that reminds me of the other night. “Or do you just make them suck you off first?”

His eyes narrow, but he remains quiet. They didn’t talk while I ate. Just sat me down and pointed to the sandwhich. It was an odd feeling, having three men who saw me naked and made me come standing around me like onyx gargoyles while I took bites of a dry sandwich. But really, all of this is weird.

If Rune doesn’t know how to find us, I hope Clyde can figure it out. He’s smarter than Rune. And even crazier.

My socks stick to the stones as I walk over to the rows of wooden boxes holding the dying garden. I pinch off a mint leaf and crush it, bringing it to my nose, letting my eyes travel around the enclosed yard.

Striker leans against the doorway of the house, and I feel his eyes travel with me as I walk around. I wonder where the fourth one is, Reaper. Delly was so focused on him. I wonder if he’s with her now, making her eat and taking her for a walk outside like a dog.

“So, who’s the cook and who’s the gardener?” When I don’t get a response, not that I expected one, I say, “Or do you all come here and play house together, sucking each other’s dicks and—”

My words snap off, teeth clacking together when Viper grips my arm and drags me to him. I crash into his chest, my hands landing on the hard planes of muscles.

“Get one thing straight, little Vixen,” he growls. “If you keep sassing off like a brat, there will be consequences.”

I keep my voice even, though my insides twist up tight with fear. “Scary Viper,” I snarl. “I’ve seen worse men than you.”

Breaker chuckles. “Little Red, there are very few men worse than Viper.”

Viper’s eyes darken and I swear he smiles under his mask, like Breaker was paying him a compliment. Maybe with these guys he was.

I grind my teeth as his fingers dig sharply into my arm. “Scary men, scary threats,” I mock.

“Keep it up and you’ll learn quickly how he got his name,” Breaker warns.

“Do you always resort to violence?” I ask sweetly, curling my lip into a vicious smile as I glare at Viper. “I thought I was here because you wanted to fuck me while I sucked Breaker off this time.”

Viper’s other hand snaps up and grips my hair, jerking my head back. My fingers weave into the thick material of his tight shirt. “Next time we fuck you, we’ll be taking turns with all our cocks in every tight hole.”

I swallow the panic all mixed up with some fucked up form of arousal and say, “Sounds like fun, boys. Do I get Striker in my ass or my mouth? I never got to taste him.”

“Your pretty cunt,” Striker says from the steps. “Then your mouth.”

“Good hygiene practice. We don’t want to do ass to mouth.” I wink, my heart fluttering with nerves, pressing my breasts to Viper’s large body. He growls, tossing me off and I stumble back. My eyes land on Breaker. “Gives me something to look forward to while I’m waiting for Rune to gather his army and hunt you down.”

I spin on my heel, my socks catching on the white rocks, and stalk toward the door with my head high. I shove past Striker and walk to the center of the kitchen, feeling him follow.

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