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“I could come in and get you,” he said calmly.
Yeah, no, that wasn’t happening.
Knowing I couldn’t run without likely being shot in the back had me begrudgingly stepping out onto the porch.
None of the others with him spoke, so I assumed he called the shots.
I moved down the stairs, keeping my hands by my side, flicking a careless glance at Tito. He had torn a piece of fabric off his shirt and was securing it around his wound. “Skinners,” he groaned through his teeth, not bothering to look up.
I briefly wondered if the pain was making him delusional, but I didn’t have time to discern that. Ignoring the other three people with him, I kept my eyes locked with the man in front of me, slightly tilting my chin up to accommodate our height difference.
He looked pretty damn good if I was honest, with his odd blue eyes and dark curly hair.
He didn’t hold a flame to Romero because, also being honest, he was the perfect specimen.
On the bright side, if Blue Eyes decided to use his gun and paint the house behind me red with my blood, I’d get to look at something pretty as I died.
“Get down on your knees,” he commanded in the same tone, snapping me out of my intrusive stare down.
“Wow, straight to foreplay?” I replied, not making any effort to do what he said. If he wanted me on my knees, he would damn well have to put me there. Call it stupidity on my end, but I wasn’t going to bow to any man.
He smiled as if reading my mind and gave the slightest lift of his chin. It was almost unnoticeable, but I caught it. Not a second later, the butt of a gun was slamming into my jaw and I was on the ground just like he wanted.
Pain exploded up the right side of my face; a metallic tang flooded my mouth.
Holy fuck, it hurt. I swallowed a mouthful of air to drown out my whimper and blinked three times to clear the tears away.
I glanced up at the blonde who was now smirking down at me. Keeping my head was an incredible test of my willpower. I tampered down the urge to lunge up and wring the bitch’s neck. Attacking her would only cause me more harm.
“Now, that wasn’t very nice.” I gave her a big smile, feeling blood dribble down my chin. I spit the back tooth she knocked out, right onto her black boots.
I heard a laugh, and then someone told her“no,”not a fraction of a second before her gun came down again on the back of my head.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The heat was unbearable.
Perspiration gathered on my brow and slowly rolled down and pooled between my breasts. It was only a matter of time before I’d be sitting in a deep puddle of my sweat.
I could feel a solid lump on the back of my head, and the side of my face was painfully swollen. There was a throbbing ache every time I swallowed or moved my tongue.
A man had been screaming and begging for his life for what seemed like hours on end, abruptly cutting off just minutes ago.
Now I could hear someone pitifully sobbing.
A solid brick building was at my back offering no shade, and I had loose rusted chains around each of my wrists, but I wasn’t going to complain about that. Not when the two women beside me were completely nude and hanging upside down from some manmade contraption.
They weren’t moving, and both of their eyes were shut. I stared at their naked bodies until I saw the slight rise and fall of their chests. Their skin was covered in raised heat blisters and had an ugly red tint. They were slow roasting in the sun.
I shifted on the concrete when my ass started to fall asleep. If the abundance of old bloodstains splattered across it was anything to deduce, this wasn’t going to go well for me.
“Hellooo?” I called out for the hundredth time. My voice sounded like two pieces of sandpaper being rubbed together. Unsurprisingly, no one answered me.
Pulling my legs up to my chest, I rested my cheek on my knees and tried not to breathe too deeply.
The smell of body odor and death was potent, and I only cared for one of them.
I had no idea where Tito was. The man screaming had too deep a voice to have been him. I couldn’t see anything but a manicured grassy field and a house in the far distance.
