Page 175 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
“Apparently. Shouldn’t you be scared?” I ask whichever MacKenzie brother is holding the gun to my head, and he laughs.
“You’re nothing but a helicopter mum throwing around your family name.” The barrel shoves me, and I stumble forward. “Drop your weapons, Lily Marx.”
A gun appears around the corner ahead, and MacKenzie brother number two appears, a shit-eating-grin spread across his face.
“Do as he says. You’re outnumbered here.”
I shoot a glare his way before dropping the guns, and in the next instant, I’m slammed face first against the wall as the heavy weight of one of the brothers leans into me.
“This is going to be sooo much fun,” he rasps against my ear before sticking his tongue in.
I flinch, pushing myself off the wall enough to throw my head backwards, slamming it into his nose.
“Ah! Fuck! You bitch!”
As I turn, grabbing for the blade at my side, a fist slams into the side of my face, pain exploding through my head, sending me crashing to the floor.
“Monty!” one of the brothers yells. “Get the fuck in here and search her for weapons.”
I’m dazed, my head spinning from the impact of the fist, but I’m not out of it enough to miss who he called for.
Monty.
Asher’s mum’s side piece. The guy who put Asher in prison.
I should’ve killed him.
Feet pound on the concrete floor before rough hands cop way too many feels as I try to bat them away, and my latex suit is ripped free using a knife before all weapons I had concealed are removed.
Fuck.
In nothing but my black bra and knickers, I glare up at the MacKenzie twins and Monty as their vile eyes roam over my near naked flesh.
“Where’s Asher?” I hiss, and the three of them laugh before one of the MacKenzie brothers answers.
“He’s alive.Just.” He snickers. “You can see your boy when he fights to the death later tonight.”
As his words sink in, I don’t see the hit coming until the last moment before it slams into my skull, sending me into nothing but darkness.
The darkness is kind of nice. Peaceful. I feel weightless here. Like I’m floating. There’s no pain, which is why when a crack appears in the darkness and light starts to beam through,followed by splitting pain, I want to retreat back into the blanket of nothingness.
Then I remember…Asher.
My lids fly open and pain splits through my skull as my stomach rolls. I sit up just in time to heave the little food I consumed earlier today onto the manky concrete floor next to me until nothing is left but the pain in my skull.
Shit.
Trying to press my hand to my head, it pulls up short as a heavy chain weighs it down, my wrist wrapped in a metal cuff with the chain attached.
Fuck.
I track the chain to see it leads to the corner of the room I’m in, bolted to the floor.
Double fuck.
Trying to pry the cuff off my wrists, tears burn my eyes as I realise it’s no use. It requires a key to open the lock, which I could pick if I had something to do it with, but as I glance around the empty room, I realise I’m shit out of luck.
I have no idea how long I’ve been here. It could be minutes, or hours. There are no windows, so I can’t see if it’s night or day. All I can do is sit and wait to see what happens next.
