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“Let's see if we can make ye enjoy it.” He spits on his fingers and rubs them between my legs, and I don’t know what part of my brain is in charge right now, but I laugh at him.

“Ye finding something funny?” He continues making his thrusts inside me. “Why don’t ye let us all in on the joke?”

“I’m just imagining what you're all gonna look like when my boyfriend’s finished with you,” I manage, refusing to let my shield wall give out on me. I can fall apart when all this is over, and I figure they will tire of me before I tire of them, if I make them feel irrelevant.

“How about we send yer boyfriend a souvenir of yer time apart?” His friend grabs a firm hold of my tit and pulls out his knife. Skimming the blade carefully across the flesh beneath it.

“What ye gonna do, Petey? Slice her tit off?” The one raping me throws his head back and laughs like a hyena, and when I feel fear start creeping up my throat like it’s going to unleash a scream, I swallow it back down harshly.

“Not yet, they look good on her. Least I could do is fuck ’em first.” Putting down his knife, he takes my other tit in his hand and squeezes them together. “You ever had a titty fuck before, little miss?” he asks, showering me with his spittle as he takes his cock back out of his pants.

I ignore him, looking back toward the man who’s forcing his cock inside me.

“What's your name?” I ask, in a cool, calm voice that I’m shocked is coming from me, given the circumstances.

“Why, d’ye wanna scream it?” he laughs.

“Do you have children?” I tilt my head and assess his reaction. “Tell me, have you ever fucked someone youdidn’thave to force?” I have no idea where this is coming from, but it seems to be working. He’s stopped pounding into me and is looking down on me like he’s haunted. “Are your parents stillalive? What do you do when you’re not raping innocent girls? You must have some family.”

“Shut the fuck up.” The guy trying to slip his dick between my tits slaps my face, and I look at him and laugh.

“How about you? Are you a family man, Petey?” I ask casually. “Or are you all just very sad, very lonely men who know the only way for your dicks to get any attention is to take it with force.” I raise my head from where it's resting on the bed, and look between each one of them. “I feel sorry for you all. Sex is much, much better when it’s consensual." I smirk, then rest my head back as they continue, and Pete's dick turns limp as he tries to force it through my tits.

I let my soul release from my body while they use it. It’s the only way I’m going to survive this… And I AM going to survive this! I have to, just so I can see the way Dev makes them pay.

“He has to be here.” Lex points to a location on his laptop, and we all crowd around to stare at it.

“The yacht club…? That’s a fuckin’ yacht club.” I shake my head. “Quinnell would never take her there, it’s too public.”

“Your guy gave us five locations he’s been having his men watch, and this is he only one where I can trace the number we got from Dawson’s phone to. I’m telling ya that's where you’ll find her.” The kid rests back in his chair as if this ain’t a life or death situation.

“Burlusconi did say he owned a boat there; it’s worth a shot,” Wrath points out.

“You’re right.” I start making my way toward the door.

“Wait, we need to figure out who's coming with you,” Raze calls after me, looking around the room and scratching the stubble on his face.

“You can’t spare no one, boss,” I remind him. “I needed the club’s help to find her, but I got it from here. You need every man here in case the Russians attack, we both know that.”

“That’s not how we work. We’ll manage; I can’t let you go alone. Dawson said Quinnell had at least three men with him, who knows how many more he’s got where they are.” Razeglances over to Millie’s dad, who’s still shaking. Trinity’s doing her to comfort him, but he’s in his own world right now.

“He could have a hundred men with him, Raze, every single one of ’em is gonna die. You're already two men down; three with me gone. You need everyone who’s here.” I look around the room and wonder who will still be here when I get back. Prizrak's name may only ever be whispered, but it carries a strong force with it. From what Raze has explained, it sounds as if he’s stayed quiet in our city outta respect for Burlusconi. Something to do with a girl he was supposed to marry… Trouble seems to always start with a girl.

“Burlusconi’s working on fixing a meeting before this gets outta hand. And Lex is working on the security footage at the strip joint as we speak,” Raze assures me.

“Soon as I get my girl safe, I’ll be back,” I promise him, checking I got a full clip in my gun, and grabbing a silencer from the collection of weapons we have in preparation for what’s coming.

“You need me to come with?” I feel Saint step up behind me, and when I turn to face him, it ain’t Saint staring back at me.

“I wasn’t gonna let him take all the glory,” Sinner sniggers. “I got a kill count to keep up.”

“You're needed here,” I assure him, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Hey,” he calls out to me as I head for the door.

“You make sure you come back in one piece. Saint would miss you.”

I nod back at him and smile before marching toward my bike and letting all my anger flood my body with adrenaline. Whoever’s played their part in taking my girl is gonna wish they stayed at home today.

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