Page 39 of Royally Lucky

“Shut up, whore.”

A figure moved from the side of the room. The familiar sound of a whip cracking through the air was startling. He looked around the rest of the space for a familiar blonde. The room wasn’t large, so it was easy to see she wasn’t inside. The man with the whip lashed the one who’d cried out. Blood sprayed from her to the floor.

“That’s not a regular whip, Kendrick.” Keys uttered through his earpiece, breaking his stare.

Another cry followed as the man lashed the woman two more times. She fell forward while the one beside her stayed silent.

Kendrick could’ve exited the room. Who knew what sort of play these women had or hadn’t agreed to? However, he would never allow that to happen to a woman or man. As a Dom, there were limits, and having a whip made of razor wire didn’t evengo on a hard one. If the woman survived, no doubt she’d have scars for life. Before the whip could fall again, he fired off two consecutive shots. The man sitting in the chair slumped to the side, a clean shot straight through his forehead, while the back of his skull would be a mangled mess, the whip man fell to his knees groaning.

“Don’t play with your food, Kendrick. Take him out and leave the women for later. We’ll ensure they get saved.” Keys barked the order in his ear.

Fuck, he wanted to shoot more than just the man’s dick off. Blood pooled beneath his spread thighs as he rolled around howling. Kendrick strolled across the space, kicking the whip away from his fist. “A quick death is too good for the likes of sadists like you,” he spat. With his raised arm, he fired another shot directly into his chest, then one in the center of his head.

The tears falling from the two bound women made him wish he had time to release them, but in truth, they were safer inside the room than outside with them. However, being stuck with two dead wannabe Dom’s might be a stretch in the safety department.

“Keys, do you have any information on who these women are?” Kendrick moved toward the injured woman first, checking to see if she was still alive. She flinched when he crouched next to her.

“Not yet, but we will. Go find Sutton. We’ll deal with the others after.” Nobody said they wouldn’t find Sutton or what condition they’d find her in.

They both knew there might be others who wouldn’t survive until they could get to them.

Cosmo came out of the door across the hall.

“This one is empty. You good?”

Kendrick jerked his thumb toward the open door. “Two dead fuckers and two women. One is in bad shape. The other isprobably fucked in the head, and who knows what else after what she’s been through. I hate leaving them gagged and bound inside there.”

“I’ll move them into this room while you move down to the next one.” Cosmo stepped around Kendrick and handed him the keycard back.

“Thanks, man.”

He went through another door. After finding it empty, he relaxed slightly. Moving to the next door, he prepared for what he’d find inside. His shoulders tensed as Andre exited another room with a woman in his arms. He placed her on her feet outside, steadying her against the wall.

“What room was empty?” he asked.

Kendrick pointed at the door he’d just closed. He moved back and swiped the card over the panel.

Once Andre eyed the empty room, he lifted the woman back into his arms, moving quickly to secure her inside the space before reappearing in the hall. Nobody questioned him. Kendrick quickly glanced inside the one his friend had stepped out of, wincing at the bloodbath inside. He shut the door and did as he’d done with the first door.

There were only four doors left. Two on each side.

He took a deep breath. A door at the very end opened. Light streamed into the dark space, almost blinding him. Andre pushed Kendrick against the wall, using his body as a shield as bullets began to fly.

Chapter Nineteen

“Move, fucker,” Kendrick yelled. He kicked Andre’s feet out from under him. The big bastard would stand as long as he could, taking bullet after bullet until he couldn’t take anymore. The force of his kick brought the other man down flat. Kendrick lifted both hands, returning fire. Behind him, the sound of fighting rang out. Shit. They’d boxed themselves in.

“Get up and start shooting anything that comes our way, Andre. I’m going to open the next door. If we can get inside, at least we’ll have a little coverage.”

“So fucking bossy.” His friend shifted, but the sound of more pops reassured him that Andre was returning fire. They might appear outnumbered from the looks of the four men at the other end of the hallway, but he and Andre weren’t defenseless. He had to put one of his guns down to swipe the card.

“Hurry up, Boss. I’m going to need to put a new clip in.”

The click on the weapon in his right hand let him know he did, too. Shoving the Glock in the back of his pants, he pulled the card out, swiped, and waited for the green light to come. Sweat dripped down his temple while time ticked by at a snail’s pace. As soon as he could, he shoved the door open as another rein of bullets began. He pulled Andre in behind him, slamming the door shut.

“Kendrick?”

The woman’s voice he prayed to hear had him spinning to face the room.

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