Page 4 of P.S. I’m With You (Hel’s Ink: Extended)

Three

NIKA

“ S he hasn’t spoken or eaten in three days, boss,” the masked man states from outside my cell as I continue to sit on the concrete floor and stare at the space between the bars.

Three days. I’ve been breathing for three days without my daughter.

I put her in that room to protect her and it became her tomb. What kind of mother…

Rigo never got to her, I know it. He would’ve been locked in his room behind the bookcase waiting to go get her. The flames were too hot and too fast—as much as I want to hold out hope that my baby is safe, I can’t. And it’s all my fault.

The man smacks the bars with his gun. “How’s about you and I go have a little talk, Kasapin.

” He adjusts the front of his pants. I refuse to acknowledge him.

That’s fine, if he wants to fuck me, then he will have to come in here and get me.

He won’t walk back out though. I will kill all seven men who are responsible for what happened to my baby.

And then, I will turn the gun on myself.

I refuse to live in a world she is not in.

Mama is coming, flower, I just have one more job.

“Hey!” the boss barks out, evidently irritated that a woman dares not give him notice when he speaks.

“Look at me, bitch.” I don’t, instead I continue to focus on the same spot.

“Give me the key,” he growls at his subordinate.

I hear the door unlocking before he walks in.

His friend chuckles and says something about not wanting to see his boss get his dick wet before turning and stepping around the corner.

“I can’t wait to make the great, fearless, Kasapin beg for help.

” The sound of him unbuckling his pants is all I can hear.

My eyes flick up to the door and I see the keys hanging in the lock.

I grunt as he roughly pulls my face to his crotch, his unimpressive dick hardening as he strokes the shaft.

“Suck it, you slut, it’s time for Kasapin to serve her master.

” I glare at his dick before opening my mouth and trying to resist a gag as he rams the vile thing into my mouth.

“Perfect,” he groans as I move my head. I give him a few sucks to make sure his guard is down before driving my fist into his balls and biting down as hard as possible on his shaft.

My mouth fills with the coppery tang of his blood as he rips me away.

“YOU BITCH!” he cries as I scamper to my feet and reach my arm through the bar, locking the cell door before taking the key.

“You stupid girl!” His friend warns when he rounds the corner and sees what I’ve done. “You locked yourself in the cage with him!”

Smirking, I tuck the key into the front of my panties to ensure no one will get it before spitting out the mouthful of blood.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I growl out, giving the man a maniacal grin.

“I’ve locked him in the cage with me, and I have the key.

” The guy's face drops and I spin on my heel to the man––still in a mask––who is trying to shakingly aim his pistol at me.

“I will shoot you!” He warns, but I continue my movements.

“Then shoot.” I shrug as I grab him by his jacket and shove him against the brick wall.

“You took someone from me,” I state, my voice cold while I rip the mask off his face.

I’m disappointed. I don’t know him. Younger blond man with blue eyes…

no one special. “Who sent you? How did you know I was Kasapin?”

“Really?” His laugh is weak and a near sob. “You bit my dick! I’m not telling you shit!”

“You stuck your dick where it didn’t belong. Be grateful it’s still attached. Now…” I grip his hair and ram the back of his head into the wall before grinding his scalp in. “Who. Sent. You.”

He laughs before suddenly headbutting me.

I stagger back, hands on my head as I will the stars in my eyes to stop.

“Tell me,” he breathes out as he circles me.

“What could the heartless butcher have in her palace built on the bodies of the damned, that could matter so much that she would lock herself in this cell with me instead of running away?”

“I don’t run,” I spit. “Not when there is no threat.”

“Ha!” His laugh is bitter and cold. “You think because you got a couple shots in, you can take me? Please. You are nothing without your men. Have you ever really killed a man?” I raise my brow, and as he steps forward I grab him, throwing him off balance as we hit the floor.

I hear the commotion of the others trying to locate another key and I roll on top of the man, pulling his hair and bashing his head into the ground, over and over again.

“You took her from me!” I shout between each violent slam.

Blood splatters all over the floor and across my face, and I can feel his skull breaking in my hands.

I feel arms roughly pull me from his motionless body as his men rush in, evidently having found another key.

It’s too late though, that fucker is gone.

“You fucking psycho!” the one holding me screams. I flick a piece of brain matter off my sleeve before looking at him. He’s trying to act tough, but there’s fear in his eyes—good.

“One down,” I state, my lip snarling in disgust at the dead body before looking back at the man behind me.

A wicked smile spreads across my lips

“Six to go.”