Page 9 of Taken In Trade
I never thought I would be relieved to see Emory Moretti and the O’Connor brothers, but here we are. They have incentive to get me back because a war with my family would be detrimental to all of Boston. I also know them well enough to understand they aren’t going to just hand over that woman and her son.
They better fucking not.
I’m pretty sure everyone but the MC members can see this for what it really is—a straight-up execution.
Moretti isn’t the forgiving type.
Unless they paid himextremelywell, I don’t see him letting them go. They kidnapped me to force his hand, and much like my father wouldn’t, I don’t see Moretti moving on amicably.
There’s some back and forth between Blade and Moretti that I mostly ignore in favor of planning out my vengeance. Blade has his hand wrapped tightly in my hair. My options seem to be mentally planning his murder or bursting into angry tears.
I refuse to cry in front of these people, so I disassociate hard. God, when did I even get so well-hydrated that I have liquid to spare?
I’m so tired of being treated like shit by men. My entire life, I’ve been told what to do, how to look and act, and who I was supposed to marry. Every aspect has been planned out for me.
Blade calls Magnum over to watch two other prisoners that I had no idea about. The men are in rough shape, indicating they were treated more poorly than I was.
Based on the woman’s face, I’m going to guess she has some prior relationship with Magnum. That sucks for her because he clearly chose to side with his president.
Huh, I wonder if she and Magnum had something romantic going on. Like maybe the kid is really his instead of Blade’s. That would be a juicy story.
Honestly, he looks so much like Patrick O’Connor that I have trouble believing the kid isn’t Patrick’s.
Not that I care.
They can all live as one big happy family, as far as I’m concerned.
“I was planning on keeping them,” Blade says, drawing me out of my thoughts. Using his hold in my hair, he rips my head back, getting close to my ear. “Such a shame I didn’t get a pieceof you, but I hear your cherry is worth a pretty penny. If only I didn’t have that bitch to take care of, I would’ve broken you in right.” He raises his hand even higher, until I’m dancing around on my tiptoes. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound. It feels like he’s about to rip out chunks of my hair, but I refuse to show this asshole even an ounce of weakness. “She’s in one piece, exactly like I promised.” Blade shoves me toward the middle of the warehouse.
He’s disgusting.
He definitely deserved to be shanked.
Moretti gives the woman a gentle push toward me.
My stomach tightens.
I’m not heartless.
The look on her face alone is enough to tell me she’s terrified.
Blade starts talking shit again, and I focus on Moretti.
They have a plan.
I’m sure of it.
I just don’t understand why they haven’t executed every MC member in the warehouse yet.
They’re really taking their sweet time.
They could get on that now.
Moretti’s cold blue eyes meet mine, and his jaw clenches. He doesn’t look pleased that I got myself kidnapped and used as leverage, but this isn’t my fault. I’m not any happier about the situation than he is.
His head tilts as he looks at something over my shoulder, and I get a nice view of the dragon on the side of his skull. The other side is covered in a beautiful woman’s portrait where the back of her head transforms into a skull. Not many men can pull off head tattoos, but Moretti has just enough of a dangerous edge that the ink doesn’t seem out of place.
Gunshots ring out through the air, and my entire body stiffens.
