Page 5 of Beautifully Wounded

The words taste foul on my tongue, the image of the oldest blonde girl from the portrait flashing through my mind. She looked like she wouldn’t hurt a fly. Why would anyone lock her up like this?

“Find the key,” he snaps, his eyes turning to slits, and I know he’s pissed at me for sounding so fucking cold hearted. He knows that’s the way it has to be though, which is why he’s not arguing with me.

You can’t do the shit we do and let fucking feelings get in the way. That’s how accidents happen and innocent people get killed.

Storming up the passage, I enter the parents’ bedroom to find them on their knees at the foot of the bed, their hands andfeet bound behind them as Murf and Trunk stand over them, watching them both sob.

Finally letting my anger surface, I storm towards the father, gripping his thinning hair and tugging his head back as I snarl in his face. “Where are the fucking keys to open your daughter’s door?”

“I-I-I…” He starts fucking crying even more, and I’m about to bitch slap the fucker when the wife speaks.

“Stop being so pathetic, Colin. Your sixteen-year-old daughter has more balls than you.”

Slowly, I release Colin’s hair and turn my attention to the wife. “Sounds like you’re not the one who wears the pants in this house, Colin,” I mutter, and the wife sneers at me.

“God will damn you for breaking in. He will banish you to hell, where you’ll be punished by the devil for all eternity.”

My brows shoot up in surprise, and I glance at Trunk and Murf, who return my shock.

Now I get it.

We’re dealing with religious radicalists.

Fucking great.

Leaning down to stare in the face of the woman, I flash her a smile. “I look forward to the day I go to hell to party with the devil. But just so you know, believing in God doesn’t mean you’re going throughhispearly gates, woman. You’re a different kind of evil, and I’ll be seeing you in hell, where fuckers like me will entertain themselves by tormenting fucked up cunts like you.”

A loud gasp leaps past her lips before she makes a raspy noise in the back of her throat, and knowing what’s coming, becausethis isn’t my first fucking rodeo, I move away in time to dodge the blob of saliva she tries to spit at me.

“Where are the keys?” I snap at her, but she seals her lips shut.

“Tear this fucking room apart until we find the keys,” I order my men, and they hurry into action, pulling open drawers and emptying the contents as they rifle through it while I watch on.

There’s a high chance the keys could be somewhere else in the house, but I get the feeling mummy dearest would keep them close. If for no other reason than to be able to access her daughter faster to torment her even more.

“Found some keys,” Murf calls and I glance up in time to see them flying towards me.

Catching them, I dangle them before the woman’s face. “Are these them?”

“Why are you here?” she snaps in response, curling her lip.

“Why is your daughter locked in her room like a prisoner?” I counter, but the woman simply scoffs as I move to the doorway.

“She is none of your concern,” the woman yells, her tone panicked.

“Cap,” I call to JD, and he turns. “Catch.” Tossing the keys in his direction, I watch him catch them and immediately try one of the keys in the bottom latch. When the first one doesn’t fit, he tries another, and thankfully, the first lock clicks open.

Moving back into the parents’ room, I ignore the useless husband as he sobs, lowering to my haunches in front of the woman and staring into her eyes for a long moment before I speak.

“Your daughter is no longer any of your concern. She is mine now. I’m taking her for myself, to do with as I please.” I chuckle as she gasps, leaning in closer to her trembling body. “And she will love it.”

“Ahhhhh!” the woman screams, and I stand, chuckling, knowing just how to annoy the religious types.

They want their daughter innocent. Kept that way until she marries, but now she knows I’m going to do everything in my power to corrupt her little girl.

Well. That’s what she thinks anyway, and I’m not about to fucking correct her.

“Uh, Sarg?”

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