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That’s my Bell.

“And the kid, is she there too?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. He doesn’t fill me in on his pedo stuff.”

My fucking veins turn to ice. Why the fuck would Rhonda do this to her daughter? Why would she get her cousin involved? It was always gonna turn fucking bad. What the fuck was she thinking? Why did she think it’s okay to expose her daughter to this shit?

Fucking hell. I already know the answer.

Money.

That cunt of a woman is going to die for this.

“Stand him up,” I demand, and Wes and Ghost do as I ask, helping the bleeding fucker stand with only one leg uninjured.

“Just leave me here,” he pleads. “By the time I get help, you’ll be done, and I won’t be able to alert them that you’re coming.”

I lift the gun and press the barrel to his forehead, right between his brows.

“Please. You don’t have to shoot me,” he sobs, and a twisted chuckle leaves my lips.

“I know.”

I shove the gun forward, pushing him back, and in a few stumbling steps, he falls right over the edge of the cliff, down into the murky waters of the Pacific Ocean.

CHAPTER 16

BELL

Thugone and thug two have me pinned to the back of the couch as Snake looms over me, his top lip curling like I’m the one that disgusts him.

“I told you to have the drink. It was a simple fucking request. Why do you have to make this so difficult?”

His spittle slaps against my cheek, and I fight the urge to snap at him like a rabid dog. I may be in a bit of a predicament right now, but I don’t need him knowing that side of me just yet.

I might kill people for the love of it, but the only skills I’ve needed up until now were seduction and taking them by surprise.

I’m not trained to fight. I can scrap like any chick, but I’m no match for two hulking bouncers and a feral gang leader.

“What are you doing?” I cry out, hoping I sound scared, and well, in all honesty, I kinda am. “I need to pee so we can fuck. Isn’t that why I’m here?”

“Drink first, then you can pee and I’ll fuck you unconscious.”

Shit. That’s exactly what I like, but for the first time, I don’t want it. Not with him. Not with anyone but…

Shit.

Fucking hell, Kit. What have you done to me?

“I thought you were cool,” I whimper, trying a different angle. “We are here to party. There’s no need to manhandle me. I’ll be your sex slave for the night.”

Snake and the two bouncers chuckle like I just told a fucking joke, all of them looking down at me as the dude on my right side digs his fingers into my arm bruisingly as he holds me in place.

“I don’t need you to be my sex slave,” Snake sneers, leaning so close that his hot foul breath mingles with mine. “I have plenty of those. Now stop fucking around and drink this or I’ll force it down your throat.”

My heart begins to thunder in my chest at the thought of being drugged. I can’t let him do that to me. I need to end this somehow.

Nine hundred and twenty days.