UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,9
all three of us getting into our zone. This part won’t be so bad, but the warehouse afterward, that’s going to fuck us all up. There is no way that it can’t.
We won’t be walking into a consensual relationship with a harem or call girls that are there to earn a living. This is different, this is ugly and twisted, this is girls who are bought, used, and discarded like trash. This is sick fucking shit. This is deeper and uglier than any of us have ever seen firsthand.
The house we pull up to has a gated entrance, it opens automatically thanks to Worm. Slowly Dragon creeps forward, down the tree-lined drive. It’s all fancy as shit. This is what you see on television, shit that doesn’t seem real.
This is some fucker that’s too rich for his own damn good, a man who is bored with having everything so he takes, he buys, he maims. Dragon doesn’t park in front, instead he pulls around to the back, to the servant entrance.
Worm gave us a floor plan of the house, we know exactly where every nook and cranny is in the place. Dragon turns around after shifting the van into park.
“You guys ready?” he asks.
Without saying a single word, we nod, then tug our masks down. There’s no way in fuck we’re walking in there without covering our faces. If something happens, if someone sees us, if there is some kind of glitch, there is no way in fuck that we’re going down for this.
We all check our weapons, ensuring that they’re loaded before we step out of the van and make our way inside. Dragon goes first, I slip in behind him, Silver is the backup to my backup. We turn the corner, and at the base of the stairs, there he is.
Dragon lifts his gun, then grins when the fuck’s mouth drops open in surprise. I watch as he looks behind him, then shifts his gaze back to us. Before he can utter a single word, I rush past him. There is someone up there, someone that he thinks that he can hide away. Probably some girlfriend or his wife, maybe she’s an innocent, maybe not, doesn’t matter, she’s dead too.
I hear the gunshot, knowing that Dragon forced him to hold the gun in his own mouth and pull the trigger. It’s sick as fuck, but it’s the only way to ensure that it looks like a suicide. Nobody will think twice about some rich asshole ending it all, suicide doesn’t discriminate, which is why it was the easiest plan to make and execute.
In reality, a man like him has no conscience, he wouldn’t ever take his own life because he’s too goddamn selfish.
I clear several rooms that I come across, then the one at the end of the hall is locked. Glancing down, I am surprised to see that it’s locked from the outside. Flipping the deadbolt, I push the door open and freeze at the sight in front of me.
It’s a girl, a woman. Her back is to me, her long blonde hair skims the top of her ass. She’s wearing what looks like shorts and a t-shirt. She must realize that I’m not Tom. Slowly, she turns around and that is when my breath freezes in my chest.
She’s young. No older than her mid-twenties. She’s also fucking gorgeous. “Are you here to kill me?” she asks, her voice floating around me. Her voice doesn’t even shake, not even the slightest tremble.
“Who are you?” I growl.
“Leighton Richardson, his daughter.”
Without a word, I march toward her. I have my gun in hand, ready to end her. When I’m directly in front of her, she surprises the shit out of me. She lifts her hand, cupping my mask covered cheek. Her eyes search mine and then she gives me a small smile.
“Can you please kill me?” she asks on a rasp. “Death will be a relief compared to what he has planned for my future.”
The tremble of her lips finally betray her attempt to be strong and brave. It is sweet. It also isn’t going to tempt me to end her life. I wouldn’t, couldn’t, do that to her. She is far too beautiful, her eyes far too innocent and yet haunted for her life to end just yet.
“Nah, mi reina. You won’t die today. Maybe you’ll wish you had, but you won’t today.”
Without another word. I bend slightly, shoving my shoulder in her stomach and stand with her