Page 90 of The Devil's Redemption

“Blade,don’t!” she cries.

The terror in her eyes paralyzes me.

My chest hurts as I hold my hands out to the side and place my gun on the ground. I can’t not act like I’m playing by their rules. I’ll grab the other one as soon as this asshole takes his gun off of Sasha, but I have to make them think that I’m cooperating first.

Was it a mistake to tell Kid to wait? Two against two are much better odds. I keep fucking up where Sasha is concerned. I already know I don’t deserve her. Maybe this is the universe’s sick and twisted way of showing me that it agrees.

“On your knees,” he instructs, and I listen.

Come on, motherfucker. Drop that gun so I can shoot your fucking ass dead and get you out of the way. But he never moves. Jasper does instead. He pulls a gun from his waist and arrogantly stalks toward me.

Fuck.

Sasha sobs, and it breaks my fucking heart.

“Sasha, I’m so fucking sorry,” I tell her.

I feel like that’s all I ever have to say to her anymore.

“How fucking sweet,” Jasper spits as he reaches into my cut and feels around for more weapons. He grabs Kid’s gun from my holster and tucks it into the waist of his jeans at his lower back. Before standing, he looks me in the eyes and speaks.

“But not as sweet as the taste of her pussy.”

“Youmotherfucker!” I charge at him, I don’t fucking care if he has a gun in his hand.

But the moment the larger guy places Sasha in a headlock and shoves the gun inside of her mouth, I freeze.

“Ah, ah, ah… we don’t want to make Rooster angry. He’s a bit of a loose cannon.” Jasper places his hand up to his mouth and whispers the last bit to me as thoughRoostercan’t hear him. “Back down on your knees, if you will. Hands behind your back.”

He shakes the gun at me, making a gesture for me to kneel on the ground once more. With his gun still aimed on me, he backs up toward Sasha.

“Rooster, make him crawl over here so he has a front row seat.”

Rooster releases Sasha and approaches me. He smacks me in the back of the head, and I put one knee in front of the other, my hands still behind my back, inching closer to Sasha.

“Don’t take your gun off of him. If he moves, even one inch, blow his brains out.”

I look from Sasha to the gun I dropped on the floor a moment ago, which was kicked about ten feet toward the rear of the barn, then back again. She lightly shakes her head, telling me not to do anything stupid. Then she squeezes her eyes shut and reopens them several times. At first I think maybe she has something in them, but then I realize she’s trying to communicate with me.

Look at me. Seeme.

As Jasper steps next to her, the big guy shoves the gun into my right temple. The only place I’m looking is deep into Sasha’s gorgeous hazel eyes. Jasper places his gun down on a small, rusty table between the stall Sasha is tied to and the one next to it. Stepping in front of her, he unbuttons her shorts and pulls them down her legs. She’s stiff as a board until he instructs her to move forward, walking out of them.

Without breaking eye contact, she walks forward, leaving her shorts behind on the ground at her feet. She’s now in only her bra and panties, with her tits on display and her shirt dangling from her wrists. She takes a step back, but Jasper stops her by grabbing a hold of her nipples and forcing her forward again.

A tear leaks from her eye, but she doesn’t make a sound. I want to scream. I want to fight. I want to kill these motherfuckers so bad it hurts. But the most important thing for me to do right now is to keep Sasha’s focus and help her through this. We’ll get through this together.

Jasper steps behind her and runs the backs of his hands down her ribcage. One of his hands lands on her hips, and the other snakes farther down her stomach before disappearing underneath her white cotton panties. The same white cotton panties that I once teased her about. The memory makes me feel even more terrible than I already do, and my eyes fill with tears.

I know now that Sasha is exponentially stronger than I am. He’s barely touched her, and I’m losing it. This is nothing compared to what happened to her the last time this psychopath had her under his control. My breathing increases, and my blood boils as I realize he’s pushing his fingers inside of her. He gasps in pleasure as she fights to hold back a sob.

I begin to lunge at them, desperately needing to put a stop to this.

“Blade,no!” Sasha screams, begging me to stay still.

Rooster clubs me over the head with his gun. I fall to the side for a moment before he grabs me by my cut and pulls me upright again.

“Next time you move, I’m going to fuck your girl with the barrel of my gun, do you understand? And I make no promises that it won’t go off in the middle of it.” Rooster threatens, causing additional terrified tears to leak from my girl’s eyes.

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