Page 85 of Torment

Hunter snorted. “Obviously.”

Well, he had to give soldier boy an A for thinking on his damn feet. Blame the dead guy; it always worked like a charm.

Brent lifted his ugly as shit eyes and glared at Hunter. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to do it myself.”

He pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at Hunter’s face. Hunter didn’t even flinch.

“Hold on,” Rex interrupted, and Brent immediately paused. Even he was scared of this Rex dude.

Rex looked at Hunter. “Is Colton right? Are you claiming that Scarlet belongs to you?”

“She sure does,” Hunter replied.

“He’s lying,” Brent spat out. “She’s mine. He’s the one who took her from me.”

Hunter bit his teeth into his lower lip, wanting to launch himself at Brent so he could claw his insides out of his gut.

“Now, now,” Rex said abruptly. “Let’s settle this like gentlemen, shall we? There’s no need for more bloodshed.”

“Oh, trust me, I can still shed shit buckets full of blood right now,” Hunter said, his gaze darting down to Scarlet every two seconds. He would slaughter every one of these men if it meant he would get her out of there. The blood he already had on his hands would never be enough, not until she was safe.

“Rex.” Brent rushed around the table toward him. “This man is an imposter. She does not belong to him. She is mine.”

Rex held up his hand, silencing him like one would a child. By the look of disgust on Brent’s face, he didn’t like it one little bit, but Hunter loved to watch the bastard squirm.

“So, Hunter, is it?”

Hunter nodded.

“You are aware of our slave honor code—if we can call it that?”

Hunter scoffed. “Honor? None of you fuckers have any honor.”

James nudged him in the shoulder. “Hunter, keep your cool.”

Fuck. He was trying. But he didn’t think it would be this damn difficult, especially since he had to stare at Scarlet gagged and bound to a table with her breasts sticking out for everyone to see. Every possessive bone is his body was urging him to pop out every eye that had seen her like this, to cut off every hand that had touched her, and to rip off every man’s head who had pondered lustful thoughts about her.

It would be less painful if someone had pierced a blade through his back, carving up his spine, than to think of what they had already put her though.

Hunter focused his glare on Rex. “I know that no master is allowed to touch the property of another without consent. And this fucker right here,” he pointed at Brent, “did more than just touch.”

With his gun still firmly pressed against Scarlet’s temple, Rex rubbed his chin with his other hand. “It seems like we’re in quite the predicament. Two men claiming ownership on one woman.” He looked down at her. “Although I can’t say I blame you. She is quite the…feistylittle slave, isn’t she? Sure to keep every master well entertained.” He started to drag the gun down her cheek, slowly down her neck, all around her exposed breast in leisurely circles.

Scarlet jerked her arms and the chains rattled. Her body was squirming on the table, and it took every ounce of control for Hunter not to run to her.

The animal in Hunter was clawing at his chest, wanting out so that he could slaughter the fucker. His muscles tensed, his mouth dry while he bared his teeth, struggling to contain his anger.

Rex noticed Hunter’s reaction and narrowed his eyes, his mouth pulling into a half grin. “So, gentlemen, there is only one way we can settle this. One way to figure out who she really belongs to.”

Hunter didn’t like the sound of this.

Rex cocked his head to the side. “You’re going to have to prove it.”

Hunter frowned. “How?”

“By showing me.”

“Show you what?”

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