Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Yes! I swear!”
I tsked and shook my head. “I’m sorry I have to do this, Maria.” I tried to sound like I truly regretted what I was about to do. The reality was, I could never regret hurting this woman. She was evil to the core. All three of them were, but especially this Maria.
I swung the axe down, severing most of her toes. Maria cried and screamed. She did it some more when Stitches heated a flat blade with a propane torch and cauterized the wounds on her feet and her shoulders. This was when she passed out the first time. Nothing a bucket full of water to the face wouldn’t fix.
“You still with me, Maria?” I snapped my fingers in front of her face while she screamed. Gone were her threats and lies. All she could do was scream.
After that, the other two were more forthcoming. When we were all satisfied I’d gotten all I could out of those two, Roman shot them in the back of the head. That’s when Maria finally gave up her other contacts. Some of them Wylde had already tracked down through her own contacts. Not all, but enough to keep her honest.
I kept at her until Wylde said she’d told us about every single contact he’d linked with her. It wasn’t enough to shut this ring down, or even fully evaluate it, but it was enough for a start.
“What a fuckin’ mess,” I grumbled.
“Gettin’ squeamish in your old age?” Wylde clapped me on the back as he grinned at Maria. “Almost done. Just gotta finish that one off.” The woman whimpered, but, honestly, she wasn’t in much shape to know what was happening.
“Nope. I just prefer the clean, quick kills. Though I like knowing I got a little vengeance for Dorothy.”
Stitches approached us. He’d been making sure Maria wasn’t in danger of dying before we were ready. Now he scrubbed his hands on a damp cloth. “Morgue’s got himself a fine woman, Wylde.”
“I’ve seen her with the other women you guys rescued. She’s patient and kind. Not to mention the old ladies love her.”
“That reminds me. Where’s Walker?” I looked around the big room for the hunter. “I need a favor.”
As if he’d been waiting for me to mention his name, the man in question tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and gave him an annoyed look.
“You could have said something.”
He shrugged. “Whacha need?”
“A dog.”
Walker nodded. “Blossom said Sparkle’s been a big help to Dorothy. You wantin’ one of her own?”
“Yeah.”
Walker got a big grin on his face. “I’ve got just the dog.”
* * *
Dorothy
Morgue was true to his word. He made it back in just under twenty-four hours. He took a shower and insisted I come with him where he fucked me against the shower wall. Then, after we’d dried off and stumbled to bed, he fucked me again. We dozed for a while, then I woke him with a blow job and he’d fucked me again. Then it was time for the serious stuff.
“What happened to them?” I asked. I didn’t really care, but I think I was testing him. Seeing if he’d tell me or if he’d lie.
He sighed. “Do you really want to know, Dorothy? Because I absolutely will tell you. Just make sure you’re gonna be OK with the answer.”
I thought about that for a minute. I’d just admitted to myself that I didn’t care, but did I want to know? “No. I mean, I’d be fine with whatever you did. I just don’t think any of them are worth another second of my time.”
Morgue rolled over to lie on top of me. He looked down at me softly before taking my lips in a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a kiss to build sexual pleasure, though I always found myself getting wet when he kissed me. It was a claiming kiss. One that told me how much he treasured me. I thought he might even love me. I got the feeling he didn’t love often, and I desperately wanted to be in that circle of family.
“You’re a remarkable woman, Dorothy. I’m proud you’re mine.”
“Me too. I mean, I’m glad I’m yours.” I smiled but then it faded. “What happens now? I know you got the information you wanted. What will you do with it?”
He shrugged. “That’s up to Sting, but we typically hunt down these trafficking rings and kill everyone we can find.”
“But you’re always careful?” It wasn’t a statement. I wanted that reassurance. Morgue happily gave it to me.
“Always, honey. Sting determines which missions are worth the risk and if they are, if the risk is acceptable. Then we all work to make the risk even less by preparing for every possible outcome we can imagine. There will always be danger in something like that, but we minimize it as much as we can.”