Page 75 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

The gun goes off, a flash of light filling the room for a split second.

Fear seizes through me, and I switch directions.

Just as I take the first step toward the bed, the room goes from mostly dark to a blinding white.

I blink and force my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness.

I freeze in place at the scene in front of me.

My vision skips the whole red haze stage and goes straight to fucking black.

Savina isn’t the only person on the bed.

There’s a man, and there’s no mistaking that it’s Aiden because we look just alike.

He’s naked, up on his knees between Savina’s spread thighs.

Her ankles are no longer tied to the bedposts like they were in the picture I was sent.

Now they’re bent back so her knees are up near her midsection, held in place by rope.

Her arms are still over her head, and her eyes are closed.

Blood seeps from one nostril, and one eye is swollen with a purple bruise surrounding it.

The corners of her mouth are red and raw, and her lips are cracked.

From where I’m standing, I don’t see any wounds that would indicate the bullet hit her, so it must have gone haywire.

Aiden sits back on his haunches, his hard cock only inches away from her pussy.

My vision blurs seeing him there, and my body vibrates with pure aggression. I want to do unimaginable things to this fucking man. Things even the most experienced and gruesome killer wouldn’t think of doing.

“I’m afraid I may have gotten a little carried away when I fucked her mouth earlier. I get a little overzealous when there’s a cock shoved up my ass, and I took that excitement out on your little wife.”

I lock my limbs in place before I can react to his words. It takes every bit of fucking mental strength I have left not to kill the bastard who just spoke those words.

“You’ve done a shit job training her, little brother,” Aiden, or Grant , says, a sick smile twisting up his lips. “I’ve got scrape marks all up and down my dick from her teeth. I’d expect better from you.” His lips twist even more. “It’s a good thing I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure.”

“Remove your fucking hands,” I growl, barely recognizing my own voice. There’s a scuffle behind us, along with grunts, but I pay them no mind.

“What will you do if I don’t?” He slides the gun, which is the only thing preventing me from going after him, from between her breasts and down her stomach.

He tips it up so the muzzle is pointed directly over her belly button.

“You shoot me and my gun will go off, killing her and that little piece of shit she’s carrying.

” He digs the gun into her skin. “And I’ll still fuck her dying corpse. ”

“Let her go,” I order, ignoring his taunts. “And I’ll make your death a tiny bit less painful.”

He laughs. “Somehow, I don’t believe you.”

“Do you really think you’re going to get out of this alive?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not. But the path to either will be fucking fun.”

I take a step forward. I need this man’s blood coating my hands. I need to feel his fucking heart crush between my fingers.

He removes the gun from her stomach, and I almost spring forward. The bed and this fucker are only about fifteen feet from me, so three long strides will eat up the space. But then he shoves the gun between Savina’s legs, and I relock my knees, forcing them from moving.

Savina’s body jerks as he shoves the gun inside her, and she lets out a whimper of pain. Her eyes are still closed, and I don’t know if she’s passed out from a drug they’ve given her or her body gave out from what’s been done to her.

“Take another step, and I’ll shoot her in her cunt,” Aiden warns.

The muscles in my jaw cramp from clamping my teeth so hard. “What do you want?”

“What I want,” he pulls the gun out and jams it back inside her, “is for you to suffer like I did.”

“Why?” I ask. “Why are you doing this? Why are you loyal to a man who took you from your family and abused you for years?”

I don’t really care about his answer, but the longer he talks, the more time it gives me and the others to come up with a solution out of this fucked-up situation. He’s fucking her with the gun, which boils my blood, but his cock isn’t inside her yet. Or maybe it was before I got here.

That thought has my rage mounting.

“I may have hated it in the beginning, but Daddy knows how to train his boys. I grew to like having his dick in my ass. I’m loyal because I fucking crave it.”

Sick fucking bastard.

“Well, as you can see behind me, Daddy Fucking Dearest is done for.”

If my father doesn’t manage to kill him, one of the others will.

“No, he’s not,” Aiden says, jamming the gun inside her so hard she lets out a loud cry this time. “Tell them to let him go or your bitch dies with an extra hole in her cunt.”

My mouth is open, issuing the command in the next second. “Let him go!” I say loudly.

I don’t know what’s going on behind me, but I trust one of them will listen and make sure Theo is released. Alexander, nor his sons, would put Savina’s life in danger. They want him dead nearly as much as I do, but they want Savina safe and alive more so.

There’s a sound of struggling and a couple more grunts before someone shoves Theo in front of me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the shit condition he’s in.

Clothes torn in several places, and his face beaten to hell with blood dripping from his busted nose and down his chin.

Still, even barely standing, the fucking bastard grins as he stands several feet from me.

One of his front teeth is missing, and he spits a wad of blood on the floor.

“Release Savina, Aiden,” I growl.

“I don’t think I will.” He palms his dick with his free hand, sliding it up and down his shaft a couple of times before he points the head down, aiming it right at Savina’s pussy. He doesn’t touch her with it because the gun is in the way. “We haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”

My eyes narrow on his hand holding the gun, laser-focused on the finger that’s tracing the trigger. Every goddamn muscle in my body goes rigid and my bones creak beneath my skin.

“Hey, Dad, grab that gun from him.”

Theo comes to me. I don’t offer the gun, but he pulls it from my hand anyway. I’m tempted to lift it and unload the clip in his face, but that’ll get Savina hurt, or even worse, killed.

He doesn’t say anything as he backs away from me, and I’m pretty confident he can’t because his face is all kinds of fucked up. But I see the sadistic light in his eyes.

“Take your clothes off.”

I snap my attention back to my brother. “Why?”

My fucking heart drops like lead to my feet, leaving a bloody empty space in my chest, when I hear the sound. My world tilts, and for a brief moment, a wave of dense fog clouds my vision.

It’s the click of a trigger being pulled. But there isn’t the loud bang that follows. Just a dry, hollow click of the hammer slamming against the firing pin. That low sound echoes like drum beats in my ears over and over again.

“She was lucky. The next pull maybe not so much. You’ve got five more chances. You want to continue to test her luck?”

My molars grind together as I immediately reach for the bottom of my shirt. Fire rushes through my veins, heating my entire body with a rage so potent it blisters my skin. Once the material is over my head, I toss it to the side.

Just as I reach down to work on my jeans, Savina’s eyes crack open, and I pause. Her gaze is unfocused and hazy at first. I continue with my pants, but my movements are slow, and I keep my eyes on her. It takes her less than a minute to focus on me.

“R-Ryker?” she croaks. Her arms jerk against the ropes holding her in place..

“It’s okay, baby,” I say quietly. “Just keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away, okay?”

Her throat convulses when she swallows and a tear slides down her pale cheek.

“You’ve got two fucking seconds to finish getting undressed,” Aiden says, ramming the gun inside her. Savina lets out a cry as she tries to jerk away from the intrusive weapon.

I don’t acknowledge his demand verbally, and I don’t look away from Savina as I quickly remove my shoes and shed my pants. I still don’t look away, and neither does she when I’m standing in front of them naked.

“Now what?” I grit out.

“Come closer,” Aiden orders.

Like a puppet on fucking strings, because I’ve got no goddamn choice, I approach the bed.

It’s situated so I’m facing the side of it.

Savina lays on the center of the mattress with Aiden between her legs.

When I stop, I’m only an arm’s length away.

I can easily reach out and touch her, but I keep my hands at my sides.

“Dad,” Aiden calls.

The sound of clothes being removed comes from behind me, and a second later, footsteps move closer. He’s not touching me yet, but I feel the heat of his body, so I know he’s close.

“What the fuck is happening here, Aiden?”

His lecherous eyes move to Savina, and he slowly thrusts the gun in and out of her.

He still has his dick in his other hand.

“You want to save your wife? I want you to experience what I felt those first few months after I was taken. Experience every painful fucking inch I felt. Every hard thrust. Being ripped apart from the inside. I want you to fucking bleed just like I did. To hear his grunts in your ear as he destroys your hole and makes you his bitch.”

“Let Savina go, and you both can do whatever you want to me. You want me willing? I’ll even fucking beg. But you let her go first.”

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman on the bed, staring up at me with eyes filled with so much pain and fear. Taking a dick up my ass will be a fucking cakewalk compared to witnessing her being raped by this man.