Page 63 of Scarred Sacrifice
“How in the hell?!” Henry yells, stunned. I grin and shake my head as Mor bends down and grabs Penny’s gun. She presses it to Henry’s head. Pride soars through my chest at my woman.
“Drop your gun,” Mor orders. Henry drops his gun, and I bend down, scooping his and mine up, aiming one of them at Henry. “Take a seat on the chair,” Mor orders.
Henry sits on the chair, and a wailing Penny is next to him, clutching her leg in agony. Mor looks down at her in disgust as she stops her heel on her thigh, making Penny scream louder.
“Pathetic,” Mor spits out.
I grab the rope and tie Henry to the chair. “I will get you for this,” Henry sneers.
I smile and shake my head. “No, you fucking won’t,” I say, patting his cheek.
I stand once he’s tied up and grab Mor by her throat. “You plan this?” I ask, my breath dancing over her lips. She grins. “Kind of.”
“Don’t ever fucking leave me like that again. Or you’ll find yourself cuffed to the fucking bed,” I growl.
She runs her tongue along her bottom lip, the thought clearly exciting her. “If that’s your idea of punishment, then you clearly don’t know me as well as you thought,” she challenges.
I thread my fingers through the back of her hair, holding her in place as I crash my mouth to hers in a quick and passionate kiss. “Don’t pull that shit on me again,” I breathe.
Her eyes soften. “Okay,” she breathes. I place a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose before my eyes land on the blood pouring from her head.
“Shit,” I grit out. Lifting my top over my head, I press it to her head. She grins. “He do this to you?’ I ask
She nods. “Yeah. I had to let him think he got me.” She shrugs.
I release my hold of her and turn my attention to Henry, murderous fury pumping through my veins. “You hurt her,” I growl. “You fucking touched her,” I seethe.
“Oh, fucking please. What are you going to do—” Henry doesn’t get to finish his words as my fist collides with his face, unleashing the anger and murderous rage as I hit him continuously. His blood splatters my body, and the crack of his nose beneath my knuckles is like fuel to my fire. For Mor, for every woman and innocent person I’ve witnessed him hurt and kill is fuelling my rage.
“Nyx,” Mor calls. I stop, my chest heaving. Every muscle in my body strung tight. I turn and look to Mor who is stood there, her gun pressed against Tim’s head, while Tim’s got a gun pressed to Betsy and Josh to Eden’s temple.
I sigh. “For fuck’s sake,” I pant. “And what has he got on you?” I ask.
“Nothing. He made us an offer we couldn’t refuse.” Tim shrugs.
I run my hand over my face, looking down at a battered Henry, his head slumped forward. “You know he will have you in his pocket. He controls you,” I warn them.
“For five million, I can survive that.” Josh shrugs.
“Fucking men, so fucking fickle,” Eden tuts.
Josh presses the gun harder against her temple. “Shut it, bitch,” Josh hisses.
Eden rolls her eyes like this whole situation is just an inconvenience.
I cross my arms over my chest, knowing full well they have this. “Fuck, you are so fucking dumb.” I smirk.
“Your woman fires, her little friends here are dead. I’d say she was the stupid one,” Josh counters.
I shrug. “Whatever. In less than ten seconds, you will both be on the floor and disarmed.”
With that, Eden and Betsy move, sweeping their legs out and ducking, avoiding the shots fired. They move so quickly, so effortlessly, it’s all a blur. Josh and Tim end up on the floor, and Eden and Betsy are aiming their guns at them both. Josh and Tim lay there stunned.
“I told you.” I smirk.
Henry groans. “So, what do we do about him?” Eden asks.
“Well, he burned the files with the locations on. So, I say we just sink the ship.” Mor shrugs.
