Page 57 of Soulless Angel

“Is that so?” asked Rabbit Mask. “He’ll have to find us first.”

Even though I couldn’t see his face, the guy in the beaver mask seemed to hesitate. His gun lowered as he shifted from foot to foot. “You’re Desmond Monroe’s kid?”

Raina nodded vigorously. “Damn rights. His one and only. You don’t want to know what he’s done to people who fucked with me in the past.”

The two men exchanged a look. Rabbit Mask was unfazed. “So fucking what? Tie their hands. Hurry up before someone comes home.”

While he stood watch with his gun pointed at the two of us, Beaver Mask hurriedly tied our hands with rope he pulled from a pocket. My pulse pounded as perspiration dotted my forehead.They’d purposely come after us when the guys were away. The room began to spin. My breaths came too fast.

“It’s okay, Clover,” Raina reassured me. “Deep breaths. Don’t pass out on me.”

How she managed to retain such a calm, cool head was beyond me. I guess having a mobster father got one well acquainted with danger at an early age. Her eyes continued to flick around the room as she looked for a way out of this. With our hands now tied behind our backs, I didn’t see that happening.

Beaver Mask pulled Raina to her feet first. Unwilling to go without a fight, Raina slammed her head back into his face. He bellowed in pain, reaching beneath the mask to touch his nose.

“You dumb fucking bitch,” he snarled. “Let’s see how much fight you have when we get you on camera. Save it for the show.”

I didn’t think my heart could race any faster. Now I knew what kind of revenge they had planned. It couldn’t possibly end that way. I’d never been much of a fighter, but I would fight this until my last breath.

They made sure to tie our feet as well. They weren’t taking any chances. When they slapped a thick layer of duct tape over my mouth, I began to hyperventilate.

This couldn’t be happening. I wondered why Raina didn’t seem more frightened. Surely she knew who these guys were and what they planned to do to us. Catching my eye, she subtly glanced toward my ankle.

The tracker. We both wore one. They’d been designed to look like jewelry. Even Havoc’s father hadn’t recognized it for what it was when he tried to bury Raina alive. It was our only hope now. Once the guys got back and discovered we were missing, they would immediately track the devices we both wore. They would come for us.

While the men dragged us to the waiting SUV outside, I caught sight of the two mobsters in the sedan out front. They were slumped over, blood spatter marking the windows. These guys must have taken them by surprise. They planned this well.

I felt awful for those men. Sure, they were mobsters, but they’d been here to act as security. They didn’t deserve to die for this. Even though I knew they’d signed on for the risk, I couldn’t help but feel responsible.

Raina did her best to fight as Rabbit Mask tossed her into the back of the SUV. She squirmed and flailed, trying to break free of his hold. He almost dropped her once. That angered him enough to backhand her across the face.

Her head snapped to one side. Slowly, she turned back to face him, her eyes wild with rage.

“Keep fucking around and I’ll drug the shit out of you.” The man threw her into the SUV, not caring how she landed.

Beaver Mask tossed me in behind her. I landed uncomfortably on Raina’s legs, her foot digging into my neck. I didn’t care about that. I had much bigger concerns.

Like where were our guys? Were they safe? And how much longer until they discovered we were gone?

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CLOVER

The monster in the rabbit mask did the driving. He took the corners extra hard, sending us flying around in the back. We crashed into one another, bouncing off the interior walls of the SUV. Having the tape over my mouth made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. It took great effort not to completely dissolve into a panic attack.

At one point, Raina rolled against me. With her bound hands, she tried her best to touch my hand with hers. We awkwardly lay back to back, which gave Raina the idea to try to loosen my bonds. Despite her efforts, the angle was too awkward, and her hands were tied too tight for her fingers to move much.

My shoulders slumped, my hope fading. Somehow, I needed to get it together mentally. To take whatever they did and not let it break me. My Angels would come.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed before the vehicle came to a stop. I had no idea where we were until the men took us out of the back. We were at a large house, almost a mini mansion really. It stood tall against the night sky. Several windows were lit up with lights. A large brick circle drive allowed them to park in front of the door.

They carried us like we were nothing more than cargo. They hauled us along like we were less than human. This timeRaina didn’t fight so hard. The threat of being drugged had subdued her.

I didn’t fight either. I knew that it would get me nowhere. Pissing these guys off further didn’t seem like a great idea. They knew what the Angels and I had done. This was revenge.

Part of me had expected them to take us back to Paradise. Of course they wouldn’t do that. That location had been compromised. They would take us somewhere they never expected to be found. They would be found though. It was only a matter of time. I just hoped they didn’t hurt us too badly by then.

The front door opened into a large foyer. The ceilings stretched high. On one side, the foyer opened into a living room. A spiral staircase wound up to a second floor on the other side. Two more armed men stood in the foyer, watching dispassionately as we were carried inside. They took us in neither direction.

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