Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,80

and dressed up as a cheap whore and paraded around in front of a room full of men. I was sold, Carver. Fucking sold,” I remind him, just in case he’s forgotten exactly what happened to me there. “You saw the cell. You saw the cheap lingerie, the humiliation, the fucking nightmares you held me through, and you think one clean bullet between the eyes is enough? You think that’s going to make up for everything he’s done? What about the four malnourished girls we just pulled out of the dog cages? What about the girls who’ve already been sold and are getting raped every fucking day? No, Sam needs to pay for what he’s done. He needs to be punished.”

Carver meets my stare, his eyes boring into mine, and without looking away or even a second of warning, his gun sounds with a loud, haunting BANG.

Sam crumbles to the ground and my heart shatters for the revenge that I will never get. How could he do that? How could he take that away from me?

Tears well in my eyes. Those four girls deserved so much more. I deserved more.

My hands ball into fists at my side, and the devastation quickly morphs into a cold-blooded fury. My brass knuckles tighten around my fingers, and as I imagine the feel of Carver’s face under my punch, a pained groan tears through the small bunker.

My head whips around to find Sam laying in a pool of his own blood, his hands clutching his knee in agony. I suck in a breath. Carver didn’t fucking kill him, just put a bullet through his knee.

I still have my chance at revenge. I can still make him pay for all the lives that he’s ruined, stolen, and lost. It’ll never make up for all the pain and anguish those girls and their families face every single day, but it will certainly make them feel better knowing that he will never be able to hurt another woman again. After all, once I’ve thoroughly made him beg for death, I’m going to finally end his life, and I’m going to do it with pleasure.

Relief powers through me, and I flick my gaze back to Carver’s to find him watching me closely, watching every little emotion that filters through my eyes, but before I can utter a single word, Carver tears his stormy gaze away and glances at Cruz. “Help me get him out of here. She’s fucking right. This bastard is going to regret the day he ever decided to lay a hand on our girl.”

Our girl?

Fuck me. This is too many things to unload in one go. I’ll have to store that one away and come back to it once we get home. For now, we have a job to do.

Cruz instantly sweeps in and together they drag Sam out of the house, kicking and screaming while leaving a thick trail of blood behind. The guys haul him down the stairs and I get a small satisfaction out of the way his body drops down each one. That’s gotta hurt, and Sam’s grunts of pain only make it so much sweeter.

Grayson and King don’t say a damn word, just go with the flow, and by the time Carver and Cruz get Sam around the back of the Escalade, Grayson is already there, spreading a protective black plastic across the back. The boys tie his wrists and ankles with rope, and just for good measure, stick duct tape over his mouth and eyes.

They throw Sam into the back of the Escalade with a heavy thud and I quickly make my way over to the blacked-out SUV and climb in. King sits in the driver’s seat and the four girls are cramped in the back. Sam’s backup security will be here soon and we’re not about to be caught in the crossfire when it happens.

King peels out of the driveway and the gate automatically opens for the car, saving us one more hurdle to jump through.

The Escalade pulls out behind us and just as we take off down the road, King smirks and glances up in the rearview mirror. “Watch this.”

My gaze snaps up just in time to see him pull a phone out of his pocket. He presses a few buttons, and not a second later, an explosion rocks right through the street, Sam’s home blowing into a million pieces before flames completely take over.

The force of the explosion rocks right through the car and has me