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Aiden sits back on his haunches, his hard cock only inches away from her pussy.
My vision blurs seeing him there, and my body vibrates with pure aggression. I want to do unimaginable things to this fucking man. Things even the most experienced and gruesome killer wouldn’t think of doing.
“I’m afraid I may have gotten a little carried away when I fucked her mouth earlier. I get a little overzealous when there’s a cock shoved up my ass, and I took that excitement out on your little wife.”
I lock my limbs in place before I can react to his words. It takes every bit of fucking mental strength I have left not to kill the bastard who just spoke those words.
“You’ve done a shit job training her, little brother,” Aiden, orGrant, says, a sick smile twisting up his lips. “I’ve got scrape marks all up and down my dick from her teeth. I’d expect better from you.” His lips twist even more. “It’s a good thing I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure.”
“Remove your fucking hands,” I growl, barely recognizing my own voice. There’s a scuffle behind us, along with grunts, but I pay them no mind.
“What will you do if I don’t?” He slides the gun, which is the only thing preventing me from going after him, from between her breasts and down her stomach. He tips it up so the muzzle is pointed directly over her belly button. “You shoot me and my gun will go off, killing her and that little piece of shit she’s carrying.” He digs the gun into her skin. “And I’ll still fuck her dying corpse.”
“Let her go,” I order, ignoring his taunts. “And I’ll make your death a tiny bit less painful.”
He laughs. “Somehow, I don’t believe you.”
“Do you really think you’re going to get out of this alive?”
He shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not. But the path to either will be fucking fun.”
I take a step forward. I need this man’s blood coating my hands. I need to feel his fucking heart crush between my fingers.
He removes the gun from her stomach, and I almost spring forward. The bed and this fucker are only about fifteen feet from me, so three long strides will eat up the space. But then he shoves the gun between Savina’s legs, and I relock my knees, forcing them from moving.
Savina’s body jerks as he shoves the gun inside her, and she lets out a whimper of pain. Her eyes are still closed, and I don’t know if she’s passed out from a drug they’ve given her or her body gave out from what’s been done to her.
“Take another step, and I’ll shoot her in her cunt,” Aiden warns.
The muscles in my jaw cramp from clamping my teeth so hard. “What do you want?”
“What I want,” he pulls the gun out and jams it back inside her, “is for you to suffer like I did.”
“Why?” I ask. “Why are you doing this? Why are you loyal to a man who took you from your family and abused you for years?”
I don’t really care about his answer, but the longer he talks, the more time it gives me and the others to come up with a solution out of this fucked-up situation. He’s fucking her with the gun, which boils my blood, but his cock isn’t inside her yet. Or maybe it was before I got here.
That thought has my rage mounting.
“I may have hated it in the beginning, but Daddy knows how to train his boys. I grew to like having his dick in my ass. I’m loyal because I fucking crave it.”
Sick fucking bastard.
“Well, as you can see behind me, Daddy Fucking Dearest is done for.”
If my father doesn’t manage to kill him, one of the others will.
“No, he’s not,” Aiden says, jamming the gun inside her so hard she lets out a loud cry this time. “Tell them to let him go or your bitch dies with an extra hole in her cunt.”
My mouth is open, issuing the command in the next second. “Let him go!” I say loudly.
I don’t know what’s going on behind me, but I trust one of them will listen and make sure Theo is released. Alexander, nor his sons, would put Savina’s life in danger. They want him dead nearly as much as I do, but they want Savina safe and alive more so.
There’s a sound of struggling and a couple more grunts before someone shoves Theo in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the shit condition he’s in. Clothes torn in several places, and his face beaten to hell with blood dripping from his busted nose and down his chin. Still, even barely standing, the fucking bastard grins as he stands several feet from me. One of his front teeth is missing, and he spits a wad of blood on the floor.
“Release Savina, Aiden,” I growl.
“I don’t think I will.” He palms his dick with his free hand, sliding it up and down his shaft a couple of times before he points the head down, aiming it right at Savina’s pussy. He doesn’t touch her with it because the gun is in the way. “We haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”