Page 12 of Sons of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #1)

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Arsen

F inding a place to hunker down for the rest of the night was easy enough.

Most of the places still standing are centered around the main part of the town.

We could hear a few people shuffling around as we passed until we ended up at the far end of the town.

Choosing a place on the outskirts yet still semi-near was our best bet.

The building we finally chose seemed to be an old storage room that was roughly ten feet by ten feet.

The walls and windows were all intact, so that was a bonus.

Piles of trash and broken furniture littered the place as we set up camp for the night.

We didn’t have much except for the clothes on our backs, but that was all we really needed.

We decided to take turns standing watch, rotating every hour or so.

Cash took first watch, then Riot, and then me.

Right as my watch was coming to an end, the sound of a loudspeaker sparked to life, the crackling sound startling the guys awake. Both jump up and are ready to attack, even half asleep. Then my father’s voice echoes around the barren town.

“Congratulations to all who have survived the first part of the trials. Nearly one hundred volunteers entered the trials last night, and only eighty of you still survive, and the official clock hasn’t even begun.

” I frown at his words. What does he mean by that?

“Ah yes, since we split you all up in groups and dropped you all off at different places and different times, it seemed only fair that day one began at sunup.” He chuckles, the sounds distorting for a second before he continues.

“As of thirty minutes ago, we had men placing stashes of weapons and supplies around town. So with that, the clock begins your seventy-two-hour countdown. Remember the rules. In order to win your prize, you must keep your mask on at all times. Must kill at least once, starting now. And of course, survive three days. With that, good luck. Only the strongest will survive.” The speaker cuts out before it’s followed by sirens blaring.

I look at my brothers, knowing the real trials have begun .

“Guess our nap time is over.” I say, my voice sounding muffled by my gas mask. Riot’s cheeks lift in a smile as he rubs his hands together.

“Finally. I need my woman riding my cock already, again.” I roll my eyes at him, not that he can see me do it. The lenses on my mask are slightly tinted, and this room only allows so much light through the windows against the back wall.

His words have my mind imagining Ali sitting in my lap, staring down at me with her big green eyes.

My hands would roam up her body until I reached her breast, needing to squeeze, pinch, and tweak her nipples until I had her begging for me to just fuck her.

I would glide my lips across her skin, teasing her, until she shook with need.

Then and only then, when her pussy was dripping wet, crying for me to thrust into her, would I give her what she wanted.

I would thrust so deep into her that she would feel me for days.

If she was a good girl and behaved, I would even let her come first. Not that I think she knows how to behave.

I can picture Ali being a brat, just to spite me. And I would love every second of it.

I’m pulled from my daydream when Cash bumps me. “You good, bro?” I nod, turning to the door, reaching down, and readjust myself. I didn’t even realize I was hard and ready to go. Damn, I almost feel like a teenage boy jerking off to porn because a real woman still scares me.

The part of town that we are situated at is still quiet, but I doubt anything is stashed near us.

One of us would have heard someone nearby if that was the case, so we start forward towards the more concentrated part of town.

We make our way behind and between buildings as we move closer, all of us keeping an eye out for any sudden attacks.

Everyone will be out and about looking for supplies after my father’s lovely announcement.

All is fair in love and war after all, and my father just made it clear? it’s every man for himself.

Just as we are passing another fully intact building, I hear a feminine yelp, a grunted curse, and a loud thunk.

I pause, listening harder. There, another feminine cry of pain.

The guys pause next to me, probably hearing it too.

Fuck. Without a word, I turn on my heel and head for the front of the building.

One thing me and the guys can’t stand is harming a woman.

We understand that this is all one big death game and that some women in the trial wouldn’t hesitate to kill any of us, but the three of us stand by our values. And women are off-limits to us.

I enter what looks like an old bank, the sounds of a struggle coming louder from the back area.

We head in that direction, me in the lead as we creep along.

I keep my steps quiet, wanting to get the jump on whoever might be inside.

When I reach a half-torn-off door, hanging on by a hinge, I pause, pressing my back to the wall.

The guys follow suit as we wait and listen.

“Stupid bitch. You shouldn’t have done that.” A male voice growls.

“Oh yeah, eat a dick.” A female voice, one that I know, chuckles back.

I can feel Riot tense beside me, but I place my hand out to stop him from moving forward.

Giving him a small shake of my head, I tap my ear twice, telling him to wait and listen.

His eyes narrow at me before he gives me a small nod in return.

“Look, you little cunt. We can either do this the easy way, and you can walk away alive, or the hard way, where you won’t leave this room at all.” Chuckles sound around the room, letting us know there are multiple threats inside.

There’s a soft thump followed by an even louder thump and a pained groan. “Fuck you and your tiny dick.” I smile at Ali’s words, picturing her kicking or punching the guy in said small dick.

“Hard way it is, we are going to enjoy this a lot more than you are.” There’s the sound of zippers undoing before a cry of pain and what sounds like a body hitting the floor.

Oh, hell no.

Before I can make a move, Riot is racing in, Cash and I on his heels.

I take in the scene before me and rage unlike anything I’ve ever felt courses through my body.

Ali is lying on the floor, eyes half-lidded and barely conscious.

She’s covered head to toe in dirt and small scraps.

Six men stand around the room, all with zippers or pants down, making it clear what they were all planning.

How dare they even think they were worthy of touching this woman?

How dare they think they could touch our woman?

Because that is what she is. We might not have talked about it yet, but it’s an unspoken fact that she is ours now.

From the moment we saw her attacking a grown-ass man, we were interested.

Riot may have called first dibs, but the moment she told me she would cut off my balls, I knew I wanted her as well.

Not sure when Cash might have decided, but by the tension radiating off him, off all of us, it makes one thing very clear.

This woman, Ali, belongs to us, and threatening what’s ours is a death wish.

“Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?” One of the fuckers asks, and I tilt my head down to Ali .

“Her.” I say, plain and simple. The fucker grins under his black half mask, but it’s his next words that seal his and his friend’s fates.

What a stupid fucker.