Page 66 of Destroyer

"Thank you. She would rather die free that live trapped."

"Only Knox left to pick, then. What says the mighty Slayer?" Kaulin challenges.

"The kid comes under the protection of my family. He belongs to Caeo, and no one will touch him." Knox orders.

My relief as everyone agrees almost floors me.

"Caeo. My father's most loyal and longstanding friend is now the biggest threat to our boys."

"The doctor," I gasp. "Will you be OK here?"

"I have Gregory, and Zane if he wants to live. Go."

Chapter forty-one

Nico

Myeyesslowlyopen,finding myself lying on a narrow bed in a tiny room.

“You have been out for the count for quite some time.” The doctor appears to be sitting in the small space beside the bed, just watching me.

“Not this is plan.”

“You didn't plan to be my little prisoner? No, I'm sure you didn't. But you fucked everything up. Lord those men couldn't wait to get rid of you. Sold your arse to the highest bidder.”

“Not is sense this making.”

“Neither are you, pretty boy.”

“Where is…” My head hurts, my body doesn't want to move. My eyes don't even want to open. I don't understand what he's saying to me. It was all going so well; everyone was listening to me. And just as I made my move against the four bad men, everything stopped. Caeo stopped me. We discussed the plan, I thought we had agreed on it.

“Caeo doesn't want me?”

“Oh, my goodness, boy. He was fuming with you. He kept saying he would pay to be rid of you, but Knox insisted they get something for the trouble.”

Caeo rejected me? Knox sold me?

The doctor bought me?

“Not does this…”

“The wordnotdoesn't come first. Say it does not. You don't say not it does.”

“How I say you fuck off?”

“It's a bit late to teach you anything now. You're mine and I'm going to fucking split you open before I choke you.”

I assume he means with a knife, in which case, one is going to negate the other. I only hope he waits until some part of my body wants to move so I have a chance of fighting my way out of this. I'm not inclined to believe the words of a man who thinks he is winning. It is only dying men who tell the truth. If Caeo doesn't want me, I will need to hear it from his own lips.

“Maybe, if you are a really good boy, I'll keep you around as my little sex slave. But only if you can suck good. Caeo says you’re not particularly great at it, but maybe you'll be a quick learner.”

In a way, I want this fucker to try. Let's see how far he thinks he can ram his dick down my throat before I bite.

Wondering if it is possible to bite off someone's junk consumes my thoughts as my eyes close. The longer I can convince him I am incapable, the better I'll feel when he tries anything.

“That's it, laddie.” My body turns onto the side, my head pulled to the edge of the bed. “Open wide so you can die on my dick.”

I swing my arm in his general direction, feeling it hit against his side, but the fogging in my mind just won't let me save myself. His fingers grip my curls, pinning my head as his other hand opens his trousers. I can't think of anything I've done to this man to make him want this.

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