Page 27 of Meaner Than Evil

I smile and stand. "I will transfer the money. Dress her and deliver her to the helicopter."

His eyebrows raise. "You must fulfill the contract first."

I tilt my head. "There was nothing on the invitation about fulfilling a contract."

"And yet, there is." He chuckles, and it pisses me off. "You must take her here. Now. In front of me."

"You want me to fuck her in front of you?"

"I want you to rape her in front of me."

"No." I take a step forward.

He pulls a gun on me and aims it at my chest. "Don't come any closer."

It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to rip his goddamn head off, knowing the sadist bastard wants to watch me hurt her. But I don't. I stop and weigh my options. The team is quietly taking out his security force, and I need to stall as long as I can.

If I charge him, whether or not I kill him, the element of surprise will be gone. Everyone will be in danger. Although it's my first choice, that option is too volatile. Right now, he doesn't know he is under siege, and if I refuse, he may shoot Logan and me.

I make my decision. "Very well. I'll take her in front of you, and you can watch how a real man handles a woman."

He smirks as he snaps his fingers, and the woman from the other room comes back in. She stops in her tracks when she sees him pointing the gun at her, but he waves her to continue.

I remove my ring and put it in my coat jacket, then toss it over the chair as the woman climbs back on the bed and pulls the hood off Logan's head.

Logan scans the room and sees Luis with the gun pointed at me. Her eyes flare with fear. Then they follow where it is pointing. When she realizes which bidder is unbuttoning his fly, her gasp is pure panic. She freaks and tries to snatch free, but the woman gently rubs her back and whispers to her.

Logan glances at her, and the woman gives her a sympathetic sad smile, but she stops fighting. Her eyes come back to watch my slow, deliberate strip, and the woman removes her earphones. As I pull my shirt off, I know Logan won't recognize my body now. I have tattoos I got after I became a SEAL.

The woman whispers something in her ear, and Logan nods, then she backs away, returning to the other room.

I sit on the chair and remove my boots, one by one, taking my time, dragging it out as long as I can without pissing Luis off, and giving the team valuable time and Logan time to come to terms with what's about to happen, so when she recognizes me, she doesn't give us away.

Her expression is frozen with fear as I slide my pants off. Even though this is a nightmare, my cock is ready to reunite with the love of my life.

When I stand up, Luis says, "Damn," and Logan gasps again. I step past the spotlight with my eyes focused on her face, wanting to see the spark of recognition in her eyes when she realizes it's me. But her eyes are slammed shut. She's too afraid to face what's about to go down, but at least she isn't crying.

I walk over to Luis to face him, man to man, wanting to put my bare hands around his neck and strangle the evil life out of him. But instead, I hold my hand out. "Give me the key to the handcuffs."

He smirks, "I wouldn't unlock her. She isn't drugged."

"You wouldn't, but I am."

His smirk deepens. "Woke women are unpredictable. Especially when they haven't fully accepted their situation yet."

"I'm not asking. I'm telling. Give me the key to the cuffs."

His sick grin makes my hands twitch with the need to squeeze. "Suit yourself. But don't expect a refund."

I take a step closer.

"Give me the goddamn key, or I'll take it from your motherfucking cold hand, dead or alive."

Fifteen

Logan

HOLY FUCK! The tattooed man is a beautiful beast.

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