Page 2 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

He snorted and climbed back onto the seat next to me. “I’m going to have a fun time getting to know you better.”

“You’re going to have to take a number,” I remarked.

He laughed. “Spunky, I like that. You’re going to tell me everything we need to know about you.”

“How do you know your partner didn’t already bleed me for info?” I asked, playing coy.

“Because you’re still alive, that’s why. See, we’re going to get your sweet ass back to our hotel where all of our toys are. By the time we’re done with you, there won’t be enough of you left to fill a Ziploc sandwich bag. I’m going to slice and dice your ass like a julienne salad.”

I turned to face him. “You say such sexy things.”

He punched me hard enough that I felt the slight sting of his blow. I grunted a little louder than I needed to and played it off like it hurt worse than it did to keep up appearances.

“That’s for earlier, bitch,” he growled.

The limousine pulled to a stop in front of what I assumed was the hotel.

“Wake the boss up,” the one with the gun told the other goon.

The bodyguard that had just right hooked me maneuvered his way past me towards his boss and began to wake him up. It took a few seconds, but their boss started to moan as he regained consciousness. He sat up slowly, rubbing his forehead where there was a slight bruise forming.

“Fucking bitch knocked me out cold,” he grumbled as the door opened and the driver stood by, waiting for us to exit.

“We got her ass under control, Boss,” the guard with the gun said as he lowered it.

“Not quite,” Mr. Henley added. “Oliver, left pocket.”

The guard who punched me reached into his boss’ left pocket, pulling out a vial.

“Make her ass swallow that. I don’t want her making a scene,” Mr. Henley instructed.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Just a little something to calm you down and make you play nice,” Mr. Henley stated.

I guessed that son of a bitch was planning on using that on me if I wasn’t compliant sexually.

I couldn’t let that happen. I needed all of my faculties, but they wouldn’t trust me not to try to break free once we left the limousine.

Drugs didn’t stay in my system long because of my super healing, but I didn’t like the idea of being under the influence of some mysterious bullshit ass drug nonetheless.

It was probably GHB or RubyBlue. Both would leave me a little out of it for a short while.

“I won’t cause a scene,” I said, hoping to convince them drugging me was unnecessary.

“I’m not taking any chances with you,” Oliver said as he grabbed my chin. I let him force my mouth open and pour the contents of the bottle down my throat. Ahhhh, the risks I took for the cash I was owed.

As I felt the sensation of the drug working its way into my system, a part of me was thinking maybe I should have just let the motherfucker eat me out.

Would have caused me less of a headache.

I was grabbed by my arms and pulled from the car, but once I was outside with the cool breeze blowing against my skin, some of the effects of the drug started to fade.

Still, my legs weren’t my own even though I seemed to be walking with them of my own volition.

Yeah, that had been good shit they had given me.

I wondered just how many women that sleaze bag drugged in order to get them into bed.

Once we were in the elevator, that asshole started sliding his hands between my legs as he grinned in my face.

“You’re going to give me this pussy now, ain’t cha?

All of that fight is out of you. And after I’m done using you, I’m going to let my boys have their way with you.

How do you like that, you fucking slut?”

“Y—you’re… you’re going… to…re—regret…” I lost my train of thought.

“No, baby, you’re the one that’s going to regret fucking with me,” Mr. Henley sneered.

The doors opened, and as I walked toward their hotel room with its double doors, a little bit more of the drug started to leave my system.

They opened the door and took me into the bedroom, tossing me on the bed.

My clothes were cut and ripped from my body and I allowed them to do that even as I started to feel more like myself.

I needed them to think they were in full control.

“Leave us,” Mr. Henley ordered. “I’ll call you boys when I’m done.”

“Yes, Boss,” they said, then left.

I watched as the scumbag started undoing his tie. He removed his jacket, shirt, and pants, revealing a slim but out of shape physique.

“How are you feeling over there? You’re looking kind of sweaty, but I don’t mind that.

” He smiled as he removed his underwear.

His cock was a nice size. I was actually expecting it to be smaller.

Regardless, I would be damned if he was putting that thing inside of me.

“I gave you the good shit. A vial of that will have a bitch like you out of commission for a few hours.”

I moaned a little as the last effects of the drug left my body through my pores.

“Time to have some fun with you. I’ve been waiting to fuck that pretty pussy of yours since you walked into the lounge, and I won’t be denied.

Then, I’m going to spank you with my belt to teach you a lesson in knowing your place and respecting your elders,” he taunted.

“But only after me and my boys are done fucking you. You’re going to tell us who you work for, cause you ain’t no whore.

But I’m going to treat you like one right now. ”

He climbed on top of me and I locked my legs around his waist, taking him by surprise.

“Guar—”

I slapped my hand over his mouth, cutting off his call for help. His eyes were bulging from their sockets as his mind struggled to comprehend why the drug he had given me wasn’t working. He was afraid and that was just how I wanted him.

“I could crush you like a fucking grape right now and not think twice about it. I suggest you don’t make any sudden movements or loud noises, understand?” I warned him.

He nodded. The fear and confusion in his expression let me know I had him right where I wanted him. He was a coward, nothing special, and with his guards in a different room, he felt vulnerable.

“Good. Now, you’re going to tell me where I can find your laptop and you’re going to give me your password.

If not, I can make this very painful for you.

” I squeezed my thighs around him and he cried out in pain as his bones ground together.

The sound of his wails were nicely muffled by my hand. “Now, are you going to play nice?”

He nodded.

“First question. Where’s your laptop?” I asked, then I removed my hand from his mouth.

“Hel-”

I clamped my hand back over his mouth before he could really get his cry for help out.

God, this would have been so much easier if I could just kill these bastards, but my employers were all “life matters” with me.

As far as I was concerned, whose life mattered was up for debate.

But if I killed these guys, I’d negate my pay and that shit wasn’t about to happen.

I needed my pockets lined and Jordan would totally chew me out for blowing an easy deal.

Well, since this son of a bitch couldn’t be trusted, or maybe he just didn’t think I was a threat, I was going to have to prove what a “naughty girl” I was.

I added a little more pressure to my thighs and he screamed.

When I felt one of his ribs snap and heard it, I hoped I’d gained some credibility in his eyes that I would fuck him up if he didn’t cooperate.

He was struggling in my grip, trying his best to break free, but his weak human body wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you ready to behave and do as I say?” I asked.

Tears flowed from his red-rimmed eyes and I wanted to break another rib because he was being a bitch. I hated people like him. All big and bad when they thought they had the upper hand. Well, now the ball was in my court and I didn’t have any qualms about playing dirty.

“Where’s your fucking laptop?” I asked.

“You’re going to have to fucking kill me before I tell you anything, you freak ass cunt!”

“Oh, now that’s not nice language at all.

Should I rip out your teeth one by one? I won’t even need pliers.

Wanna see?” I gripped his chin, forcing his mouth to stay open, then grabbed one of his crooked teeth and started to pull.

His eyes watered and he started making more noise, so I snatched that little fucker out of his mouth, then flipped him over so he was on his back.

I put a pillow over his face to muffle the pathetic sound of his wailing.

There was a knock at the door. “Boss, are you all right?”

Shit, should I let them in and take them out… or make this as stealth as possible? It wasn’t like I could have trusted this bastard to not cry for help. Best I took them out.

“Boss?” the guard called out again. When he didn’t get an answer, he replied. “I’m coming in.”

I hopped off the bed and met him at the door, grabbing his hand that held his gun out in front of him.

That was a rookie mistake for this exact reason.

It gave your opponent a chance to unarm you, which was what I did when I crushed his wrist. He screamed, alerting his partner.

I kneed him in the guts, then gave him an uppercut to his jaw, knocking him unconscious.

His partner shot at me and I ducked, but caught a bullet from his boss who was now shooting at me from across the bed.

The son of a bitch must have had a pistol in the room somewhere.

I stood up and leaped across the bed, landing in front of Mr. Henley.

I took another bullet to my thigh, fucker hurt like hell and I cried out, but that hadn’t stopped me from grabbing his hand and squeezing it until his bones cracked around the pistol.

“Ahhhhh!” he yelled, then I pulled him in front of me, using the bastard as a shield.

“Drop the gun,” I told his guard, “or he dies.”

“What the fuck are you?” the guard asked.