Page 9 of Adding Fuel To The Flames

“You’re a sick, twisted piece of shit. And I’m not making any threats, only promises. You touch him and you might as well start saying your prayers to whatever unholy god you worship. I will torture you until you beg for death, then I’ll let you heal and do it again. I will flay the skin from your bones, and start cutting off body parts one by one, until you bleed out,” Jett seethed.

“Damn, I love your spirit, Jett. Wish I would have known about that sooner. Maybe I would have tried to get you to myself all those years ago. You and I would have made a great team, with all that fire in you. But then again, you are a dragon, so fire is a part of you, isn’t it?”

Salem turned away from Jett, but quickly turned back as he snapped his fingers. “Oh, and don’t be thinking about calling on your dragon, he won’t be able to help you anyway. He’ll be asleep for another few hours with the shit I pumped into your veins,” Salem stated nonchalantly, then started laughing as he turned toward Rhys.

Slowly he stalked across the space, his gaze locked on Rhys’ face. Rhys shook and trembled. Tears rolling freely down his cheeks as terror filled his eyes.

Jett began screaming, “Take me, motherfucker! Don’t fucking touch him! Come back here and take me! Let him go and you can have me! Come on, you big badass! Show me what a big man you are!”

Salem stopped in his tracks and spun around to face Jett. “Oh, I’ll get to you, don’t worry that pretty head of yours. Then when I’m done with you, I’ll cut off your cock and mail it to my son. He can keep it as a memento.”

Salem started making his way toward Rhys again. Rhys was screaming behind the tape, shaking his head frantically back and forth, his eyes wide and tears streaming out. Jett continued to yell and make threats, begging for Salem to come back to him, but Salem ignored his pleas and focused on Rhys.

Salem stopped in front of Rhys and reached out a hand, cupping his tear streaked face. “Shh, it’ll only hurt for a few minutes.”

“Angelo! Angelo! Shit, baby, what’s going on? Angelo, come back, baby!” Morgan screamed as he gently shook Angelo.

“Damn it! Somebody do something! I’ve never seen him go this deep into a vision before,” Pauly insisted as he stood by Angelo’s side, trying to help Morgan wake his mate.

Angelo’s gaze cleared and he blinked a few times. He turned his head and looked to Morgan. His eyes filled with horror.

Rhys had a really bad feeling about this. He was told that Angelo was the one who had the visions, and it appeared that whatever the man had just seen was more than horrible. When Angelo had started to cry and whimper, Rhys thought his mate Morgan was going to go out of his mind. He started hugging and kissing his mate’s cheek, trying to get him to come out of the vision. Then the man began to panic and started yelling at Angelo to snap him out of it, but nothing had worked.

Ethan knelt in front of Angelo and placed a comforting hand on his leg, his eyes were soft and full of concern. Rhys couldn’t get over how beautiful and caring the man was. Just the little time he had spent with the phoenix told Rhys what a caring soul the man was and he craved to have Ethan look at him like that. Touch him like that. But that was insane. The man was already mated, and to one of the sexiest men Rhys had ever seen. Damn, they were both lucky bastards to have each other as mates. If only he could have mates like Ethan and Day, he knew his life would be amazing.

“We need to keep them safe, Ethan,” Angelo whispered in a shaky voice that was full of fear.

“Who, Ang? What did you see?” Ethan asked gently.

Angelo swallowed thickly. “Rhys and Jett. Salem is coming for them.”