it on my tongue.
"New plan," JJ growled. "I'm gonna cut slices off of you and make you watch as I feed them to my pet starfish - he's got a real taste for human flesh now, but it will still take a good few weeks for him to get through your gristly ass."
The men all laughed and I could practically hear their death tolls ringing on the breeze. We just needed a moment to figure out our next move and I was sure their blood would spill before Kaiser even made it out of bed.
We made it around to the front of the house where a set of wide wooden steps led up onto a porch which ran along the entire front of the huge property.
The men holding us captive shoved us apart, forcing us to our knees with guns jammed against the backs of our heads as the door to the house swung open.
My heart leapt up into my throat as Shawn stepped out wearing a pair of black boxers with an embroidered silk purple smoking jacket hanging open across his bare chest which was so tacky it had to belong to Kaiser. He had a cigarette lit in one hand and held his shotgun propped against his shoulder in the other.
"Well looky here what the cat dragged in," he crowed, throwing his head back and laughing like a triumphant asshole as he drank in the sight of us all forced to kneel before him. "I caught me a Harlequin prince, the king of The Damned Men and a juicy little Harlequin side piece to boot," he said, looking between the three men who kneeled at my sides, his gaze raking over them like all of his Christmases had all come at once. But as his gaze zeroed in on me, that smile on his lips grew impossibly wider and he started to advance slowly down the stairs. "Not to mention my very own, pretty little whore, back down in her favourite position on her knees for me."
Fox snarled ferociously as Shawn reached out to touch my cheek, lurching forward with a yell of warning which Shawn answered by swinging his shotgun around to point directly into his face.
"Down boy," Shawn commanded, hesitating with his fingers mere inches from my skin as I held my breath and tried to fight off the terror I felt at being forced beneath him like this after knowing everything he'd done to Chase. "If any of them makes a move towards me while I'm talking to my sugarpie, you will shoot them," he added to his men and I swallowed thickly as they closed in even tighter around my boys.
Shawn reached for me again, the cigarette still smoking between his fingers as he grazed them along my cheekbone in the exact same spot as the red cut I’d put on his face.
"I think I owe you a little payback, don't you, sweet cheeks?" he asked, smirking at me like the cat who'd got the cream.
"What's the matter, Shawn? Don't you like looking in the mirror and remembering the way I beat you?" I glanced at his bare chest where the gown he wore hung open, smiling at the still bandaged stab wound I'd given him. "Though I have to admit, I was hoping you'd bled out in a gutter somewhere after our little altercation."
Shawn grinned at me, but it didn't reach his eyes and he leaned in closer to speak just to me. I noticed one of the men to his right shifting his weight, recognising his second or third or who knew what in command, Travis, as he frowned at me slightly before flattening his features again.
"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you again, sugarpie. I'll take great pleasure in watching you crack for me, beg for me, and come crawling on your knees in hopes of satisfying me. I'll have you so turned around and twisted up that by the time I give you what you want and make you into my little whore again, you'll be singing my praises and thanking me for the attention."
"In your fucking dreams," I snarled.
"Every god given night," he agreed, winking at me and straightening up again. He removed his hand from my face as he took a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the soulless depths of his eyes as he drank in the sight of me. "Question is, what way shall I start up this game between us again?"
"Where's Kaiser?" Maverick barked as