Page 131 of That Sik Luv

Fuck.

Shoving my elbow against the hood, I attempt to push it up, but some sort of weight is holding it down.

“Turn with me. On your back,” I whisper, getting into position. “Arch back and kick up.”

With minimal space, we plant our heels and push. With enough strength, we’re able to lift the hood long enough for me to slip out before the trunk closes again on Baret. I hear a muffled curse coming from him as I roll under the vehicle, crunching over pieces of broken glass in the process, and assessing my situation.

“You alright?” he asks from above me.

It’s dark in the alleyway, but there’s no one out here that I can see.

“Good, B,” I say, bumping the side of my fist beneath him.

Quickly, I fumble with my shoelaces, untying my boots in order to seesaw the remaining zip-tie off my ankles. After searching us at the house for weapons, the security that was with Callum ended up taking the only weapons I had on me.

Sliding out from under the vehicle, I recognize the alley we’re in. It’s the same alley outside Nox’s nightclub. That fucker literally gave them the venue to torture him.God, when I see him…

Anger penetrates me, poisoning my bloodstream as I search the empty car. Opening the glovebox, I discover that the idiots compiled my knives inside. Apparently, it doesn’t take brains to be the muscle surrounding those of power.

It almost makes me sick; the extent to which they truly underestimated me and my abilities.

But it’s to my advantage now, so I’ll use it.

After pushing the concrete blocks off the trunk of the car that these idiots must’ve grabbed from the alleyway to “ensure” we’d never escape, I assist Baret out of the trunk, helping him to break free of his restraints. He walks away as I begin to replace the heavy concrete blocks on top of the trunk.

“C’mon!” he whispers, heading around the car. “What are you doing?! We need to get help!”

I stand firmly planted in place.

“Briony! Let’s go!” he pleads, his tone tense.

I shake my head once. “There’s not enough time.”

Just as I mutter the words, I hear the side door to the club creak open. I grip Baret by the shirt, pulling him towards the brick wall behind me in the shadows. We seal ourselves against the cold, jagged bricks, holding our breaths, the outline of a dark figure looming nearby.

A man approaches the vehicle, inspecting the blocks. His head tilts to the side when he takes in the one lying on the pavement. The one I’d yet to replace.Shit.The light of the streetlamp nearby just barely illuminates his head as he stands straight again. Shaved. Tattooed.

It’s fucking Nox.

My pulse rages with a fiery hatred for the man that so clearly deceived the one I love.

Sliding out from the shadows against the brick, Baret tries to reach for me, but I slip out of his grasp. I grip the switchblade in my hand and quickly wrap my arm around the front of Nox, angling the sharp blade directly against his balls.

“Tell me one good reason I shouldn’t cut that overused pencil dick off right now,” I grit through my teeth.

He sucks in a breath, his hands rising in the air beside him. I press the blade into his jeans further, ensuring he feels just how serious I am.

“F-fuck...no. Please,” he begs, his chest heaving, his voice becoming breathless. “Briony, baby, please. Not the dick. Anything but the dick.”

I press the blade further against his jewels.

“Oh God, not those either!”

His desperation gets me off. I find myself enjoying his pleas and sad little cries for help, so I press a little deeper, most definitely cutting into something.

“Hands on the roof,” I demand.

I quickly search him with my free hand, finding a lone gun in the back of his jeans beneath the belt.

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