Page 36 of Jezebel’s Liberation (Hellfire Hackers #1)

“ F ound another one.”

I lift my head off the table in time to see Agent Betts dragging Phantom into the room from the hallway.

He must’ve got him at the rear entrance.

My arms and legs are secured to the table, so I’m spread-eagled on top of it.

I’m helpless and can’t do anything but watch as Betts throws him to the ground like he’s trash.

My breaths are ragged as I stare at Phantom, who’s body is unmoving.

I will him to open his eyes and look at me, but my prayers go unanswered.

Stewart smacks Betts on the back. “I will say I was disappointed when the infamous Mary ‘Jezebel’ Hodges only showed up with Mark here. Now I have the complete threesome.”

Betts snickers. “I found him lurking around outside. Knocked his ass clean out. He’ll be out for a while. The best part is that he saw my face just before I hit him. He knows exactly who did this.”

“Diabla, they have Phantom, too,” Jinx screeches in my ear, and I’m grateful that Stewart and his goons didn’t find our comms.

“Fuck,” Diabla hisses. “Hold on, guys. Help is coming.”

“Wow,” I say sarcastically, ignoring the voices in my ear. “Why don’t you untie me and see what damage I can do. P.S. motherfucker, my face will be the last you see, so you’ll know exactly who sent you to Hell.”

The sharp crack of Stewart’s open hand against my cheek knocks my head back against the tabletop. I hiss through my teeth but make no other sound.

Stewart leans over my face. “You’re not in charge here.” Stewart’s hot, nasty breath invades my nostrils.

I grimace. “Ever hear of a breath mint, dickface? No wonder you only prey on kids… A real man wouldn’t be able to get past your smell.”

“Jez, stop,” Demon pleads.

I glance over at him and offer a small smile. Two men have Demon’s arms wrenched behind his back as he’s forced to kneel on the ground. Another man stands off to Demon’s side, holding a gun to his head while one of the men I love watches me with anguish in his eyes.

Hell of a time to realize I love them.

Betts marches over to Demon. “Stand him up. It’s not a fair fight if he’s already on the ground.”

The two men holding Demon lift him to his feet. Betts delivers an uppercut to his jaw before gripping his shoulder and slamming his fist into Demon’s gut.

“Fucker,” Demon wheezes.

“Leave him alone, asshole,” I yell. “It’s not a fair fight when you have two people holding him and a gun trained on his head, moron. You wouldn’t be acting so tough if you didn’t have all your buddies here.”

Shut the fuck up, Jez.

My plan works, and Betts spins on his heel and marches back over to me, leaving Demon gasping for air. I’ll sacrifice myself to keep Demon and Phantom safe.

Betts raises his hand to strike me, but Stewart grips his wrist before he can deliver his blow.

“Now, now, Betts. Let’s not be too hasty,” Stewart says menacingly. “I think it’s time for a little reunion with my boy, Mark.”

Betts rubs his hands together. “Whaddya have in mind?”

Stewart points to me. “Strip her.” He crooks his finger at the other men. “Bring Mark to me, and the rest of you gather around. We’re gonna have a little party.”

I bite back a curse when Betts’ knife knicks my skin as he cuts away my shirt and bra. He trails the blade between my heaving breasts, down my stomach, to the waistline of my yoga pants which he shreds easily. Hands roam all over my body, touching and poking my most sensitive areas.

I pinch my lips together, refusing to make a sound glaring at all those who dare to lay a finger on me. Biting my tongue to keep from grunting in disgust, I silently promise retribution as soon as we’re out of this godforsaken mess.

“Why won’t she scream for me?” Betts asks angrily while pinching one of my nipples.

Stewart shrugs. “She probably likes it rough.”

My head swings in his direction as Demon’s body is thrown into the side of the table, jostling me.

Pure fear radiates off his body as he trembles.

With my attention averted, Betts lowers his mouth and bites my breast…

hard. It throbs, but I swallow my screams, refusing to give him what he wants.

He pulls away, grinning at me, blood coating his lips.

Son of a bitch! Keep cool, Jez. Help is on the way.

Sobs break through my haze, and I realize they’re not coming from me but through the coms.

“H-h-hang on, Jez,” Diabla hiccups in my ear. “They’re almost there.”

“I want to hear her scream.” Betts face contorts with rage.

“That’s not how we play this game, is it, Mark?” Stewart’s hand unbuttons Demon’s pants and yanks them down to his ankles.

Demon’s face is a mask of stone, but his eyes are vacant as he stares through me. That breaks my resolve.

“Demon…” I whisper.

“Look at that tight pussy,” a man grumbles as he shoves his fingers roughly inside me.

Betts smacks his hand away. “She’s mine first. After I destroy her cunt, you all can have a turn.”

“I want Mr. Beefcake,” another one taunts.

Stewart’s eyes flash with rage. “He’s mine, and I don’t share. A pussy will be good enough for you. If you want to fuck an ass so bad, take hers.”

My blood runs cold as Betts and the others start stripping off their clothes. Stewart pumps Demon’s cock in his hand, which hardens under his ministrations. His eyes close, and tears drip down his cheeks.

It’s not your fault, Demon. Sometimes, our bodies betray us.

“Bend over, boy!” Stewart orders. Demon’s body is shoved over the edge of the wooden table until his face is inches from mine. “You know what to do.”

Demon shakes his head frantically. “I-I-I can’t.”

I gulp as the barrel of a gun nudges the side of my head. “Demon,” I call out. His tormented gaze finds mine. “It’s okay… We’ll be okay, promise.”

Please don’t let this break him completely.

The gun’s safety clicks off, and Demon rushes to cover my mouth with his hand. “I’m so sorry,” he sobs.