Page 41 of Sinners' Appetite
A few seconds later, I feel the car come to a sudden stop.
“Get her out first,” I hear Nolan say. “Whack her again if she’s awake.”
I hear a car door open and footsteps walking along the side of the car. I close my eyes, pretending to still be out to avoid gettinghit again. I don’t think my head can handle any more injuries at this point.
I just want to know if Sammi is okay.
The trunk opens with a heavy click and next thing I know, I’m being picked up and thrown into another vehicle. Shit—he drove us out here in Sammi’s car.
“I turned their phones off,” Nolan confirms. “Let’s see how long it takes for her little boyfriend to call the police and file a missing persons report. By then, they’ll be on their way to Las Vegas. At least—that’s where most of the bidders take their winnings.”
Bidders? What the fuck is he talking about?
The other person laughs, slamming the trunk closed. The very second he does, I open my eyes, hoping to figure out a way that I can remove the rope from around my wrists. If I can manage that, I can untie the rope around my ankles and kick a tail light out from the inside.
A few moments pass before I hear a phone ring.
“Yeah?” Nolan answers. “They’re a little rough around the edges, but I’m sure we can get them cleaned up in no time,” he says confidently.
“Tell them we might try out the merchandise before handing them over…” The other person accompanying Nolan laughs.
Nolan chuckles. “I know for sure that one of them can suck dick like there’s no tomorrow.”
Fuck.There’s no way in hell that I’m letting them lay a hand on Sammi.
I’d give my fucking life just to make sure of it.
“We’ll be there by nine. The car might have to be cleaned. The one in the very back bleeds a lot,” Nolan confirms, presumably ending the call.
“So—are we really going to fuck them up a little before we hand them over?” the other person asks Nolan.
“Not gonna lie, I miss Nikki’s pretty mouth.”
Just the thought of being near Nolan’s cock makes me nauseous. I swear, if he even tries anything, I’ll bite his fucking cock off.
“You can take her and I’ll take the bitchy blonde,” Nolan’s accomplice groans.
“She almost knocked your ass out back there, Paul.” Nolan laughs. “I wonder when she’ll wake up. The sedative usually only lasts for a few hours.”
Sedative? They fucking drugged her?
Who the fuck is Paul?
“Then we’ll give it to her again, right after I skull fuck the brains out of her,” Paul says.
Panic starts to set in as the tears roll down my cheeks, mixing with the existing trails of blood that are starting to dry onto my skin. I know damn well—if I start to make any noise at all, I’m toast.
I close my eyes, trying my hardest to think of anything better than this, and my first thought is Malachi. I picture him behind me, cradling me just like he was last night. I can almost feel his hands wrapped around me, comforting me as he nuzzles his face into my hair. His warm breath against my skin—the tone of his alluring voice sending chills up my spine.
Before I know it, I finally start to drift off.
“For fuck’s sake, Paul. She woke up!” Nolan hollers from inside the car, waking me from my dream and forcing me back into a living nightmare.
Just then, I hear muffled screams right above my head. They clearly put Sammi in the backseat.
“I’ll take care of it,” Paul replies. A short moment later, I hear nothing but silence.
“What are you doing back there?” Nolan asks.
