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Someone claps, and I cover my mouth to keep from puking all over the floor.
Stop! There’s no time for this. Fall apart later. She needs help.
I square my shoulders and step into the light, my gun aimed at their backs. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t have a dick to fuck her with.”
Both men spin around to face me, their mouths dropped open. Senator Briggs recovers first, a sinister smile replacing his shock. “Pet, how lovely to see you.”
“I’m not your fuckingpet.”
Briggs gestures toward me. “Potts, you remember our gorgeous friend.”
Potts licks his lips. “Oh yes, she loved my whip.”
Terry Potts!
As much as I would love to torture them both, I don’t know how long the girl lying on the floor will be out.
“I don’t have time for this bullshit.” I raise my gun and fire a single shot directly into Pott’s forehead. He crumbles to the dirty floor. “Bennett was right. I’m good.”
“Seems mypethas grown some balls,” Briggs sneers. “You can’t touch me, I’m a senator. People will care ifIgo missing.”
“Here’s the thing,Senator,” I say. “I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”
He dives for me, but before I can pull the trigger again, Lykos leaps in front of me, barking deeply and snapping his teeth. Briggs jumps back, and I hold on to Lykos’ collar as he continues to bark threateningly.
“Is this your big plan, pet?” Briggs taunts. “Let your scary guard dog intimidate me while you wait for the police? It’d be your word against mine, you know? You’re holding the murder weapon, not me.”
I smile and let go of Lykos’ collar. “Zwickel.”
Lykos takes off like a rocket and lunges for Briggs. He latches on to Briggs’ tiny excuse of dick and whips his head back and forth, causing Briggs to fall backward onto the floor. His screams are music to my ears, and I let Lykos have a little bit of fun, enjoying every second. Poor guy was cooped up in the car with me for a long time. He deserves this as much as I do.
“Heel,” I call. Lykos bounds over to my side, and I scratch his head. He continues to snarl at Briggs’ quivering body. “Settle.”
I walk over to Briggs. “How are your balls,pet?”
His wild eyes glare at me. “You crazy fucking bitch!”
I wink. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
I’m wearing the steel-toe boots I invested in because even though Jaxson said my kicks are strong, it never hurts to pack a little added punch. I slam my foot down on his mangled crotch and giggle as he howls in pain.
“P-P-Please,” he stammers. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I begged,” I sneer. “You didn’t stop.”
“I bought you!”
“I wasn’t for sale, you piece of shit!” I punch him in the throat and watch him struggle to catch his breath. “I’m a fucking human being. The very person you were supposedly raising money for tonight, remember?”
Jogging over to my bag of goodies, I pull out my handcuffs with the two-and-a-half-foot chain that separates the wrists.Pulling one of my knives out of the sheath, I stroll back over to Briggs. There’s a steel beam a few feet away, so I grab onto one of his arms and start tugging him toward it. He reaches out to grab my ankle, but I swipe down, slicing his wrist.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“No touching,” I chastise, pointing my gun at his head. “Stand up. Take off your pants and underwear.”
“Why?” he growls. “You gonna kiss it and make it better?”
I roll my eyes. “You can do what I say, or I can shoot it off and make sure it never works again.”