Page 68 of Along for the Ride

“A fucking dumbass.”

His lips twitch upward. “We’ll find him, but we need to take care of our friend over there.”

I follow Gentry, who looks like a Greek fucking god as his muscled, shirtless form stomps through the destruction. Karson has George pinned on his stomach, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he holds him in place. Gentry’s body continues to tremble as he kneels and stops George’s flailing legs. He rips down the prone man’s slacks and boxers, leaving his bare ass out for everyone to see.

“What the fuck?” George screams, flailing more violently. Gentry takes out his knife and cuts a deep gash into his ass cheek, sending a slick of blood into his crack, then he pulls something from his pocket. A bag with...something inside. He rips through the plastic with his knife, and I get a good look at it.

“Why does he have a hand, Karson?” I ask, my mouth hanging open.

He shrugs. “For this, I guess.”

“For what?”

“No, no, wait!” George screams.

“Shh, George,” Gentry coos. “It will only hurt a lot.” Gentry’s muscles flex as he shoves the hand—fingers first—inside George’s asshole.

George releases a horrified scream. “Oh god, stop!” he wails.

I have no clue what I’m looking at, but Gentry is so fucking beautiful in his predatory anger. “The Pastor sends his regards,” he snarls as he pushes the hand until it disappears completely.

George sure has a lot of tears for someone who didn’t care about mine.

I walk over and drop to my knees in front of him. “Sexual assault sucks, doesn’t it, George?” I pull the cigarette from Karson’s lips and put it between mine. I inhale, long and deep, then blow the smoke into George’s face before pressing the blazing cherry against his cheek. I don’t pull away, not even when he screams for me to stop.

Karson hardens as he witnesses my depravity, and the feral smile on his face makes my cheeks flush.

“Kill him,” Gentry says as he climbs off him. He doesn’t worry George will try to get up, because his legs are stuck straight behind him from the intrusion in his ass. Karson whips out his blade and stabs it into George’s neck, finally silencing his screams.

“We have to find Mickey,” I say to Gentry.

He looks across the room, at a door that looks like a coat closet, and lets intuition guide him. Someone screams as Gentry nearly rips the door off the hinges, then he reaches into the darkness and pulls someone out by their hair.

It’s Mickey.

“This him?” Gentry asks, shaking him by his scalp.

“Yeah.”

“You’re the one who hurt my girl,” Gentry says as he lifts him to his feet.

Mickey flails. “She’s notyourgirl. She’s mine.”

“What an absolutely suicidal thing to say,” Gentry says. He turns to me. “He fucked you too, didn’t he, wanderer?”

When I nod, he shoves his fist into Mickey’s gut and sends him to his knees before kicking him onto his side.

Karson joins them and leans down until his breath is close enough to ruffle Mickey’s hair. “She’s not yours. She’sours,” he growls.

“Hang on to him,” Gentry says as he crosses the room and guides me back to Karson and Mickey. He pulls me in and kisses me despite everything that’s been done to me. His hand rides up my thigh and grips my ass. “Let me fuck you in front of him, wanderer.”

“Why ask? Just take,” Karson quips, his murder-induced sexual frustration taking over.

Gentry’s hand wraps around my chin and lifts it. “She’s had enough taken from her already,” he growls.

“Fair point,” Karson agrees.

“Don’t you say yes to him, Lee,” Mickey says as he tries to pull out of Karson’s steadfast grasp.

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