Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,82
him, raising my chin in defiance. “And I sure as hell won’t be giving up Nic to you. I’d sooner die.”
His men step closer and I become completely surrounded by Wolves. “Let me at her,” one of them snaps. “She’s not loyal. She’ll only stab us in the back and cause problems. Just end her now before it gets out of hand.”
Russo places his hand against the guy’s chest and he instantly retreats, like some kind of lap dog. The two share a look and Russo’s little Wolf goes white. Apparently speaking out of turn is a big no-no and threatening to take out the girl that the boss man clearly has plans for is an even bigger mistake.
Russo looks back at me and somehow the leer he gives me is a million times worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s darker than my soul during those moments with Jude, it’s more lethal than Nic with a blade, and fuck, it’s a shitload worse than any damage my father could have ever done. He’s the real definition of a monster. The shit my boys bring to the table is just child’s play. This right here is the big leagues and I’m in over my head.
“Listen here, pup,” he says, folding his hands together and drawing my attention to a chunky, black ring on his left hand that has an engraving of a Wolf. He slips it off his finger and hands it to one of his men. “Whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You’re a Wolf and you’re going to be in my ranks. You are loyal to me.”
I swallow my protests, being smart enough to know when to keep my damn mouth shut, only when he looks to the tattooed man who’d chased after me and led me into this fucked-up trap, his next words have screams of terror tearing from my throat. “Turn her around.”
In a flash, the tattooed man grabs me and spins me around. I’m slammed back against the brick wall with both of my wrists locked in his tight grip behind my back. My face is pressed hard against the rough wall and I feel the brick slicing through my soft skin.
I fight against his hold, fearing the absolute worst. “LET ME GO,” I scream, desperately trying to free my hands and kick out against his vice-like hold.
I hear a strange sound, one that’s familiar but one that I can’t quite place. I try to peer around to see what’s going on, but the tattooed man holds me tighter. He steps right into me and I feel his horrid warmth against my back. “This is going to hurt just a little.”
My breath comes in sharp, terrified gasps as another guy steps into me and bunches up my hair until the back of my neck is completely on display. “NO,” I scream. “NIC IS GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS, JUST LIKE HE KILLED THOSE SCUM LOSERS WHO SHOT KIAN.”
Laughter sounds at my back and just as Russo takes a step closer, that odd familiar sound suddenly clicks and my blood runs cold.
It’s a fucking blow torch.
He’s going to brand me like cattle.
I scream louder, absolutely terrified for what comes next when a rough hand presses down over my mouth, muffling my cries. Russo steps in right behind me and the tattooed man moves out of his way but doesn’t dare let up on his hold.
I hardly have a chance to fight before a searing, sharp sting burns into the back of my neck. My skin blisters and bubbles under the ring and I clench my eyes as my teeth bite down hard against the hand on my mouth.
I howl in agony and feel myself becoming light-headed. My knees give out and just like that, the five men step back from me and I crumble into a mess on the dirty ground.
Tears stream down my cheeks, dropping into my lap. My head remains against the brick wall being the only thing that’s keeping me up. There’s an odd rusty taste in my mouth and as my senses begin to come back to me, I realize that the first man I had seen in the street is clutching his hand with blood pouring between his fingers.
Realizing it’s his blood I taste, my stomach churns and I throw up the contents of my stomach right into my lap and all over the ground before me. Having absolutely no energy to do anything about