disgust,
“Don’t you ever get tired of causing trouble, sweetheart.”
I scoffed at him but moaned as fatigue once more took
over, “All the time, Nate. All the fucking time.”
Chapter 12
Mason
She growled at me, literally growled at me with a curled
lip and spit as Greg and Sam held her firm. Three men were bleeding out beneath
her feet, their eyes open and staring at me as they watched their employer
struggle to keep her shit together.
I rubbed at the back of my neck, my relief in finding Ava
alive, albeit it in a mess but still alive, draining the last of my resources.
“Hello, Vickie.”
She scoffed and glared at me, “Find your bitch? Is she
still in one piece or has Hugh fucked her in two.”
The bile threatened to erupt with her words. I had pushed
that part aside for now; I couldn’t deal with it yet. The thought that someone
had… touched Ava, never mind hurt her that way again was too much for me to
take right then.
I smiled widely, “Oh you know Ava, Vickie, the cold dead stare of Hugh’s was quite satisfying. You underestimate my wife and her
capabilities.”
I relished in the furious expression that swept across
her face and tilted my head, regarding the bitch with an icy calmness, “In
fact, I think we’ll save you for Ava. It may take her a while to be up to the
job but I’m sure we can accommodate you somewhere.”
Her chest heaved angrily as she glared at me. “Why,
Mason. Why do this to us? Frank was your friend.”
My mouth dropped open and I shook my head with
incredulity, “You really have a problem finding what is wrong in this, don’t
you?” I took a step into her and grasped her chin harshly, tilting her head
back until she looked me in the eye. “I want you to picture Etta, cold and
shivering, naked and hurt in the corner of a cold damp room while men take her
harshly and cruelly. While animals train her to become a slave to some evil
bastard that wants to constantly tear her in two with his brutal and merciless
sick sexual tendencies.”
She stared at me and lifted a brow, “Most of these girls
were living on the streets with no food or care, and they were filthy and
starving. What Frank and I did for them should be respected and admired.”
“Jesus Christ!” Greg rumbled and I glanced at him. He
shook his head in despair but I just shrugged. There was obviously no guilt or remorse
in this woman.
“Get her out of here!”
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. What the
hell was wrong with people? I knew I wasn’t innocent in all this, my illegal
activities were somehow connected to these atrocities, not directly but someone
I had once sold a weapon to or been hired to maim or kill their enemy, one of
those thought they were above the laws of the land and presumed they were
entitled to have a slave to either train to use said weapon or to use as
payment for something else they desired that was out of reach on this planet,
or just to fuck sadistically when a deal they had been working on went wrong.
“It’s not your fault.” I turned and stared at Ava as she
leant worryingly against Nate; her beautiful face still stunning against the
dirt and pallor of her skin, her striking green eyes still gorgeous and
enthralling even though dullness and fatigue dampened their intensity and her
now covered body still alluring and perfect as her dress hung limply and
raggedly around her.
The seven strides it took to reach her took far too long.
I scooped her up and held her against my body, the frantic beat of her heart
jumping against my hand as I rested it under her breast. She hissed in pain and
I cursed under my breath when I felt the protrusion of a couple of ribs poking
through her soft skin.
“We need to get you to hospital, baby.”
She shook her head and gazed up at me with her eyes drooping,
“No, just call your Mom… and Paola.” She lifted an eyebrow when I frowned in
argument, “Mason, please. I just wanna go home. I want my own bath and
“Don’t you ever get tired of causing trouble, sweetheart.”
I scoffed at him but moaned as fatigue once more took
over, “All the time, Nate. All the fucking time.”
Chapter 12
Mason
She growled at me, literally growled at me with a curled
lip and spit as Greg and Sam held her firm. Three men were bleeding out beneath
her feet, their eyes open and staring at me as they watched their employer
struggle to keep her shit together.
I rubbed at the back of my neck, my relief in finding Ava
alive, albeit it in a mess but still alive, draining the last of my resources.
“Hello, Vickie.”
She scoffed and glared at me, “Find your bitch? Is she
still in one piece or has Hugh fucked her in two.”
The bile threatened to erupt with her words. I had pushed
that part aside for now; I couldn’t deal with it yet. The thought that someone
had… touched Ava, never mind hurt her that way again was too much for me to
take right then.
I smiled widely, “Oh you know Ava, Vickie, the cold dead stare of Hugh’s was quite satisfying. You underestimate my wife and her
capabilities.”
I relished in the furious expression that swept across
her face and tilted my head, regarding the bitch with an icy calmness, “In
fact, I think we’ll save you for Ava. It may take her a while to be up to the
job but I’m sure we can accommodate you somewhere.”
Her chest heaved angrily as she glared at me. “Why,
Mason. Why do this to us? Frank was your friend.”
My mouth dropped open and I shook my head with
incredulity, “You really have a problem finding what is wrong in this, don’t
you?” I took a step into her and grasped her chin harshly, tilting her head
back until she looked me in the eye. “I want you to picture Etta, cold and
shivering, naked and hurt in the corner of a cold damp room while men take her
harshly and cruelly. While animals train her to become a slave to some evil
bastard that wants to constantly tear her in two with his brutal and merciless
sick sexual tendencies.”
She stared at me and lifted a brow, “Most of these girls
were living on the streets with no food or care, and they were filthy and
starving. What Frank and I did for them should be respected and admired.”
“Jesus Christ!” Greg rumbled and I glanced at him. He
shook his head in despair but I just shrugged. There was obviously no guilt or remorse
in this woman.
“Get her out of here!”
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. What the
hell was wrong with people? I knew I wasn’t innocent in all this, my illegal
activities were somehow connected to these atrocities, not directly but someone
I had once sold a weapon to or been hired to maim or kill their enemy, one of
those thought they were above the laws of the land and presumed they were
entitled to have a slave to either train to use said weapon or to use as
payment for something else they desired that was out of reach on this planet,
or just to fuck sadistically when a deal they had been working on went wrong.
“It’s not your fault.” I turned and stared at Ava as she
leant worryingly against Nate; her beautiful face still stunning against the
dirt and pallor of her skin, her striking green eyes still gorgeous and
enthralling even though dullness and fatigue dampened their intensity and her
now covered body still alluring and perfect as her dress hung limply and
raggedly around her.
The seven strides it took to reach her took far too long.
I scooped her up and held her against my body, the frantic beat of her heart
jumping against my hand as I rested it under her breast. She hissed in pain and
I cursed under my breath when I felt the protrusion of a couple of ribs poking
through her soft skin.
“We need to get you to hospital, baby.”
She shook her head and gazed up at me with her eyes drooping,
“No, just call your Mom… and Paola.” She lifted an eyebrow when I frowned in
argument, “Mason, please. I just wanna go home. I want my own bath and
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