Page 212 of Affair
The mercenaries had his dog tied to the fence, and they were throwing big rocks at him, stoning him.
What the fuck?
Were they hurting his dog?
That rage came over him.
Rufus had tangled himself up to the post, and he could barely move as they tortured him.
Oh.
Fuck.
No.
They weren’t hurting his dog and thinking that would go unanswered.
What pissed him off more was that it looked like they’d successfully broken his one back leg too.
Now, Gamble tasted that rage.
“I’m bored,” the British guy said. “Let’s just dump some gasoline on it, and let it burn,” he said, flicking a cigarette at Rufus, who was fighting for his life.
He had to be so scared and hurt.
The other man shrugged.
“Von said we sit here until we find the doctor. The dude won’t be out there long. He looks gay as fuck, and won’t survive a night in the woods. As for the dog, let it suffer. I like listening to it scream when we hurt it.”
The other man laughed.
“Faggot.”
Gamble was getting more and more angry. He wasn’t putting up with that.
Poe was his.
Rufus was his.
Period.
The one man kept taking.
“Well, gay or not, Von is bringing in backup to help us tonight. We just have to hold on. If he has that crypto code that his brother stole from Von, he’s going to give it up.”
Gamble watched as they threw another rock at Rufus, and he yelped in pain as they kept hitting his broken leg.
The last thing he wanted to see was his dog lit on fire and burned alive.
That shit wasn’t happening.
These assholes?
They.
Were.
Dead.
