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“Those men said they had a whole bunch of men in tents,” said another boy. Rafe looked at the others and rolled his eyes.

“Where?”

“He said at the castle of Ravadinovo. It’s not far from here.” Rafe nodded. He knew where the castle was. Surrounded by a tiny village with less than a thousand inhabitants, they could probably hide out and never be seen.

“We’ll get the boys back,” said Nathan, seeing the need in the faces of the older men. “You guys get to the castle and stop those men from heading this way. Stop them from doing anything.”

“This is gonna be so much fun,” smirked Alec.

“Yea, fun,” smiled Eric. “Let’s just not get killed. Dad? Don’t make me have to tell Mom you got hurt.”

“I ain’t that old,” he frowned. “Get the boys to safety. We’ll meet you at the rental.”

Eric, Kiel, Joseph, Nathan, Sniff, and Red marched the boys toward three waiting trucks. Helping them into the back, they took them into town, loaded them on trains headed back to Istanbul.

“Go straight to police headquarters and ask for a man named Kaan Yilmaz,” said Eric. “Tell him that Nine sent you.”

“Nine? Like the number?” asked a boy.

“Exactly like the number. Stop for no one. Just get off in Istanbul and find a policeman. Kaan will know how to help you.” Once they were certain they were safely on their way to Istanbul, the men turned toward the direction of the castle.

“Should we join them?” asked Eric.

“Hell, yes!”

With no guards to impede their progress, Rush and Trak walked silently through the mansion. A servant was seated at a small table in the kitchen, and Trak held his fingers to his lips.

“Are there more?” The man shook his head.

“Only me, sir.”

“Leave. Leave and don’t return,” he said.

“Gladly.” The man moved so quickly you would have thought there was a fire under his ass. Certain that the first floor was clear, they quietly made their way upstairs. Once there, it was no task to figure out which room Grigoryan and his half-sister were in.

The sound of a cracking whip and muffled cries sent chills up their spines. The man hadn’t even bothered to shut the door. From their vantage point, they could see the woman lying face first on the bed, her legs spread wide, tied to the bedposts.

Her bottom was a bright red. The backs of her legs bleeding from the split flesh. Grigoryan was lying across the pillows, stroking her head as she whimpered in pain.

“It’s alright, dear sister. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked. She nodded, and he laughed. “Of course you are. Just like your whore of a mother. Did you know that she was the whore for my brother and I? We enjoyed her immensely. In fact, it occurs to me that we should have done a DNA test on you. You could be mine or his, not father’s.”

“What would you like me to do now, sir? She’s bleeding, so I don’t want her to pass out.”

“No, we wouldn’t want that, would we, Victor? She said you had a fine cock. Take it out and show me.” The man didn’t hesitate, unwrapping the towel from his waist and showing the man his hard cock. He raised a brow, nodding appreciatively.

“Do you approve, sir?” he asked.

“I approve, Victor. Fuck her ass.” The woman cried out, shaking her head. Grigoryan gripped a handful of hair, tilting her head in an awkward position. “You get no say in this, you whore. I say what will be done to you. And what will be done is whatever pleases me.”

As Victor began to kneel before her thighs, he noticed that Grigoryan was leaning on his sister’s neck. Her face was turning purple as she gagged, struggling to breathe.

“Sir…”

“Shut up! She will learn.” Distracted and unaware, he practically screamed at the sound of the knife going through Victor’s neck just below his ear, all the way to the other side. His eyes bulged in disbelief as he gurgled, choking on his own blood. The big, naked body hit the floor, and Grigoryan pushed off his sister’s neck, the sound of a snap echoing in the room.

“You made that much easier for us,” said Rush.

“Guards!” he screamed.

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