Page 44 of Den of Thieves

Feliks wiggled his eyebrows. “And you are my cure.”

Aksana made a gagging noise, and Karina looked at her sister with an emotion she hadn’t seen in a long time. Fear.

Anton yanked AK against him, dragging her towards another door opposite of the office the men came out of. She cursed and kicked, promising a world of hurt to Anton for even touching her. A sharp electronic shock radiated throughout her body, halting her very detailed threats.

Her world went black as the sound of Karina’s screams permitted the air.

She woke up, suspended in air, and landed hard on a thin mattress. Anton climbed on top of her, wasting no time hiking her dress to her waist.

Anton leaned over her, running his hands over her breasts. He pulled back slightly and AK headbutted him as hard as she could. The satisfying crunch of the bridge of his nose echoed throughout the room, milliseconds before Anton squealed like a pig.

“You’re going to pay for that bitch!” He yelled, grabbing his nose.

He backhanded her, and she smiled, even though she tasted blood. She vaguely watched as the slithering sorry excuse for a man yanked his tiny, soft dick out of his pants and began furiously rubbing his hand up and down the shaft.

She had a flashback to her ex-husband, Boris. Back to one of the first times she said no. He split her lip, and she called him every harsh insult she could think of. That beating was swift and severe. The next time, however, she decided to kill him with kindness. Nothing made that violent predator softer faster than a willing participant.

“I bet you can’t make me cum.”

“W-what?” Anton gasped, the hand on his tiny pink member faltering. AK used the distraction to her advantage as she sat up on the mattress.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with a tight pussy like mine.” She smiled and let her dress fall off her shoulder.

“Shut. Up.” He growled. Anton jerked his softness harder, but nothing was happening. He gave up with a huff and pushed Aksana down, climbing between her legs.

She let him get closer. She even let a false cry of fear slip past her lips. Anton grinned as he lowered his face towards her core.

It was just the distraction AK needed. Without warning, she tightened her thighs around his neck. He flopped around like a fish, desperately trying to return to water, but it was too late. Using her hands to apply pressure to his head, she shifted her hips forward, trapping Anton in the perfect Triangle Choke. The bastard was out cold in ten seconds flat.

She released him after twenty seconds, just to be on the safe side. Anton flopped onto the mattress with a pathetic thud and a familiar pair of keys slipped out of his pocket.

She scooped the keys and dashed out of there. She didn’t dare spare a look to see what was happening to Karina. If she did, there was no telling if they would make it out of there in one piece. Her cries echoed throughout the garage, threatening to haunt her for a long time to come.

AK hopped into the beast, thanking God and all of his angels that their things were still in the backseat. These idiots thought sex was the answer to all of their problems when they could have sold the car and the two of them to any number of their enemies. They never would have had to work again. She also thanked God that Anton and his merry band of idiot were not smart.

“This thing better be bulletproof as fuck.” She took a deep breath and floored the gas. The beast broke through the garage door like a sledgehammer through Styrofoam. She hit the brakes almost immediately but still managed to run over something…or someone.

She tossed the passenger door open to see her teary-eyed sister pressed up against the wall. “Get in!” she yelled.

Karina jumped in and they sped off down the driveway. But not before running back over Grigoriy’s crumbled body. Feliks jumped up, firing rapidly at the beast, but it was no use. The bullets ricocheted off the metal, leaving hardly a dent.

The two of them were silent as the garage faded into the distance. Aksana looked at Karina, whose eyes glazed over; not recognizing the forested landscape. She let her be while her sister figured out how to get back to the main highway.

“D-did he?” Karina mumbled almost an hour later.

“Tah! Stupid fucker couldn’t even get it up. I put him in a headlock while he was jacking off until he passed out. Then, I stole our keys back and bounced.” She looked at Karina. Aksana’s fury was the only thing keeping her going. But Karina seemed more than a little shell-shocked.

“Did they rape you?”

She shook her head rapidly. “No, he just pulled down my underwear and—” Karina gasped, choking on a sob. “He wanted the other man to watch. I kneed him in the balls and he tripped. Then you ran over him.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I got there in time.” AK looked in the backseat. She blindly rummaged around until she found her wallet. “Thank God we were kidnapped by idiots because we’re almost out of gas.”

“Turn around Tinkerbell.” She said, after pulling into a fill station. AK cut Karina’s zip ties and placed her hands on her shoulders.

“You get five minutes and then we’re back on the road.”

Karina threw her arms around Aksana’s neck and cried herder than she had in a long time. AK felt her emotions welling, but she tampered that shit down. They couldn’t both afford to lose themselves right now. They were still hours from the safe house. That and it was easier to block out trauma the more you were exposed to it.

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