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She clicks her tongue. “Jaxson, can you help me?” I join her in front of our captive. “Can you make him open his mouth?”
I smile. “With pleasure.” I haul back my arm, ball up my fist, and let it fly. The satisfying crunch of breaking bone never gets old as Dows’ head whips to the side, and blood gushes from his nose.
Aurora crosses her arms. “You weren’t supposed to hit him,” she scolds.
I shrug. “My arm slipped.”
“Motherfucker,” Dows curses, his eyes wild.
He locks his jaw in defiance. I grip his nose between my fingers and squeeze. He cries out in pain and Aurora slips the contraption between his lips. With a couple of clicks, his mouth is pried open. I raise my brows in question.
“Speculum,” she responds.
“Do I want to know?”
She shrugs. “Probably not. And you might want to stand back.”
Taking her seriously, I rush back over to my men and wait to see what she does next.
She steps close to Dows. “Remember when you told me tosuck your fat cock?”He shakes his head vigorously. “Oh, sure you do. I think it’s time I returned the favor.”
Aurora takes a pair of pliers from her back pocket, latches on to the tip of Dows’ dick, and tugs it straight out. With the six-inch serrated hunting knife in her other hand, she slices his cock off and shoves it down his throat, causing him to gag.
“Suck it, asshole,” she growls.
Blood cascades down his legs as he thrashes and tries to dislodge himself from his mouth.
“Will that kill him?” I ask Hudson, genuinely curious.
“Not necessarily,” he replies.
Before I can ask him what he means, a gunshot rings out. Spinning around, I grab my piece, searching for the threat. Standing in front of us, Aurora has her gun aimed at Dows. There’s a single bullet hole at center mass.
Carver chuckles. “Bet he’s dead now.”
“That’ll do it,” Hudson agrees.
“Alright, guys,” Aurora beckons. “Time to clean up.”
Oh yeah, I’m gonna marry this woman.
CHAPTER 24
AURORA
“What doyou guys want to do tonight?” Carver asks.
That’s the million-dollar question but one I’m afraid to answer because I don’t want to subject myself to the Spanish Inquisition from the overprotective alphas in my life. It’s been an endless parade of teasing since we left the warehouse a few days ago, and Carver keeps taunting me with his stupid rendition of ‘Jaxson and Aurora sitting in a tree’ like we’re in fucking kindergarten instead of grown-ass adults. Jaxson and I haven’t spent one moment alone to discuss what’s developing between us, and I’d really like to do that before my courage disappears.
Sure, you can kill three people without blinking. Tell a guy you have feelings for him, nope, that’s too much.
I mentally slap myself and shake my head to focus on the conversation. Lykos bumps me with his nose, and I lean down and kiss his head while giving him a scratch behind his ears and whispering, “I’m okay.”
“Bowling?” Bennett suggests.
“Let’s go see that new horror movie,” Thomas says. “The one with all the gore. I think Aurora might get some new ideas.”
I grin and tap my temple. “You don’t want to know the thoughts I have up here, Thomas.”