Blow - Kim Karr Page 0,48
pay. Somehow, some way, he was going to pay.
“Since Mr. Silver Spoon here doesn’t want to answer, how about we play a little game of question and answer.” He looked at the guy to the right of me. “Would you want to fuck her after he did?”
“Fuck no,” the cokehead said.
“You?” he said to other guy holding me.
“No fucking way.”
“You?” he asked the guy who had my head in a vise grip.
“Not if she were the last skank on earth.”
Tommy turned back to the guy holding Kayla. “That leaves you, my man. You’ll take one for the team, won’t you?”
The bastard grinned from ear to ear. “Only if he gets to watch.”
I kicked. I tried to pound my head against either of the guys holding me and then the one behind me, but nothing I did gave me the leverage to break free of all three of them.
“Hey, Logan. Too bad your parents didn’t neuter you when they had the chance.”
Up until this night, I had never wanted to respond to anything or anyone in such a violent manner. I never wanted to be like my grandfather. But as Tommy bent Kayla over the kitchen table, something snapped and I knew I’d never be the same.
I watched, helpless, as she struggled and he manhandled her. He tied her hands behind her back and then he spread her legs with his boots. When he took off his belt and secured one of her legs to the table, I thought I was going to be sick.
She hadn’t done anything.
She didn’t deserve this.
The other guy unbuttoned his pants and then grabbed her by the hair.
Tommy whirled around with a smile on his face and the knife in his hand. He bobbed his chin to the guy behind me. “Pull his pants down. I’ve been thinking and I don’t think it’s too late to neuter this dog.”
This was my chance. As soon as he let go of the chokehold he had on me, I was going to annihilate every single one of these fuckers.
“On second thought, let me.” Tommy grinned.
I thrashed, but the three guys tightened their grip.
“You got him?” Tommy asked.
I saw one nod.
Tommy took the knife and dragged it up the inside of my thigh, stabbing right through the fabric of my jeans. Blood seeped into the denim as he worked his way up my thigh.
Kayla was screaming loudly now. Her gag must have fallen loose. I couldn’t see her. Couldn’t see what that asshole was doing to her, but I could hear it.
Pain tinged the fringes of my existence and my senses started to dull. But I made myself stand straight. I was not a pussy. I was going to get out of this and regardless of what I’d thought, I was going to kill Tommy Flannigan.
Before he made it all the way up my leg with the blade, the kitchen door flung open. Frank Reilly, my grandfather’s next-door neighbor and also Molly’s pub owner, was standing there with a shotgun in his hand.
Thank fuck. Thank fuck. Thank fuck.
“That’s enough, boys. It’s time for you to leave.” He pointed his rifle between Tommy and the guy who was bent over Kayla.
Blood was dripping onto the floor. From my face, from my leg, and from Kayla’s stomach. The guy who had his dick out of his pants turned around, and red footprints from Kayla’s blood were left behind.
Tommy looked at my gramps’s neighbor. “Get out of here, Frank. It’s not your business.”
Frank was a tough guy. Big. No-nonsense. He didn’t take shit from anyone.
He looked at Tommy and shrugged. “Just thought you should know, I called your old man. He’s on his way to get you. I also called Killian. He’s on his way to kill you. So you have a couple of options to choose from. No skin off my back whichever you decide.”
With that he turned and walked out.
Tommy bobbed his chin for the door. “Leave him and his whore girlfriend. Let’s get out of here—Declan’s in the car waiting.”
They let go of me and I lunged for Tommy.
He held up the knife. “Touch me and you’re dead.”
“Fuck you,” I spat once I’d pulled the towel from my mouth.
He smile was evil. “I’d watch my back if I were you, because the next time I see you around my town with another skank disgracing my sister’s name, it won’t end up as pretty as this did.”
My fists clenched at my sides and I started for him.
He held up the knife