“Did you think you could dupe the snakes?” I whisper, and lick his ear, my eyes on my guys as I do. I feel the man shiver, but it’s from fear, not lust. “No one takes what is ours. You are going to wish you were dead before we’re through.”
I straighten and trail my hand down his other shoulder, circling him as he struggles, his muffled voice coming from behind the tape. Dropping myself into his lap, I press my finger to his lips over the tape. “Shush, I didn’t say you could talk,” I snap, and lean in, balancing on his lap, but then there’s a hand in my hair, yanking my head back as I grin. The man stops struggling, stilling, his face pale and eyes wide and scared.
“Do not fucking touch him, darling,” comes a low, deadly voice next to my head as lips meet my cheek. “Or I will have to kill him before we have our fun.”
Grinning, I wink at the man. “Possessive.”
He swallows, so I quickly grab the duct tape and rip it free. When he screams, I punch him, snapping his head to the side. “I said not to talk,” I snarl, before getting up and turning to Kenzo. I run my hand down to his cock and cup it, feeling him hard and heavy against my palm. “Then I will just have to direct from the side, Viper.”
His eyes darken, and then he grabs my hand in a mean grip and squeezes, making me pant as his lips quirk up. He grabs my hips suddenly, and holding me up effortlessly, he plops me down on the counter next to Diesel, pushing his way between my thighs. “Tell us what you want us to do to him, darling, and we will, let’s not get your pretty dress dirty.”
He kisses me and steps back as I feel my hand picked up, and when I turn my head, Diesel is licking at the blood on my knuckles, making me laugh. He winks and guides my hand to his hard cock as he leans in. “Watching you work is hot as hell, Little Bird. We are going to have to do this more often.”
“It’s a date,” I promise, as I turn back to see Garrett stripping from his shirt and cracking his knuckles. Ryder comes over and leans next to me, straightening the cuff links on his suit as he watches the man. Kenzo is standing next to him, his body vibrating with anger. Diesel kisses my cheek and hops down, stripping from his leather jacket and laying it on my lap as he rolls his shoulders and starts to prowl towards the man.
“So, love, what do you want us to do to him?” Ryder looks over at me, handing me his control.
Vipers’ fucking girl.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
KENZO
He touched my girl. It doesn’t matter that she started it, he’s dying here. But first, he will pay for stealing from me, from us. Right in my fucking house. He trembles from fear as he watches all three of us, but we don’t touch him, waiting for Ryder or Roxy to give the orders.
“Boys,” she calls, her husky, velvety voice heading straight to my already hard cock. Seeing her take charge like that…seeing just how deep she is in our family, our fucking queen, has me wanting to rip up that dress like she teased and sink into her quivering wet pussy. But that can wait for now, business first.
We all turn to her, and the man in the chair peers around us to her as well, knowing she is in charge of his fate. “Have some fun, won’t you?” She grins, leaning into Ryder and propping her chin on his shoulder like he’s her leaning post and not the most terrifying man in the city. “I want him to bleed.”
Diesel blows her a kiss. “That we can do, Little Bird.”
I wink and turn back as Garrett steps up and smashes his fist into his face again and again, until the guy’s eye is ballooning shut, his nose is broken, and his lips are bleeding, then he steps back and lets Diesel have a go. All of us try to impress Roxy.
When I glance over my shoulder, she’s watching us with hungry eyes. Ryder is still propping her up with his hand on her thigh, stroking circles as she parts her legs as I watch, making me groan and turn back.
I knew the guys were busy tonight. Ryder was meeting with security for the new house, Diesel was finishing up the basement, and Garrett was sorting out the new gyms he’s buying, but as soon as she called, they came running. It almost makes me laugh as I watch the man cry.
“Please, please,” he blubbers, looking around to Roxy. “I will give it back, all the money!”
“Is that right?” she queries, and hops to her feet, strolling over and pressing her back to Diesel’s front, who starts kissing along her neck and shoulder as she talks. “But a little birdy told me you already spent it…is that true?”
He swallows and mumbles something, so I drive my fist into his face. “When she speaks, you answer.”
He cries out but nods. “I had to pay some people back, but if you give me time I can—”
She snorts and waves it away. “Blah blah, you took our money, I think we’ll take it out of your flesh instead.”
She looks at me. “Kenzo, what do you think?”
I smile and nod. “Seems equivalent. Tell me how much you stole again?” I ask him, and he cries out but answers.
“Forty thousand,” he whispers.
“Seems fair. If you can survive forty minutes of torture, you can walk free.” I nod, and she laughs.
“Beginning now,” she purrs, and steps back. Ryder wraps his arms around her and drags her against his chest as we circle him like vultures. “Good luck.”
Garrett starts first. We keep him on the edge of unconsciousness, not letting him pass out, and when Garrett steps back, it’s my turn. Rolling my dice over my fingers, I watch him. “Call a number.”
He shakes his head, still crying, and I tut. “Call a number. If it’s right, you get your freedom.”
“And if it’s wrong?” he whimpers, making me grin widely.
“Well then, I would have to take my winnings of course,” I remark nicely, and he cries louder until Garrett smacks the back of his head. “Guess.”
He screams the numbers as I throw the dice in the air and catch them in my closed hand. Staring at him, I open my palm to reveal the two dice. “Oops, wrong,” I announce, making him struggle in the chair again. I drive my fist into his stomach in rapid succession. Just because I don’t always fight doesn’t mean I don’t know how, after all.
He pants as I step back, his head falling forward as he tries to curl in on himself. “Again,” I demand.
“Fourteen,” he wheezes.
I toss the dice and laugh again. “Nope, wrong, and I thought you were good at bets.” I tut as I grab his fingers on his left hand and quickly break three. “Again.”
“Please, please, God, no, please,” he sobs.
“Again!” I roar, as I toss the dice.
“Nine,” he whispers.
“Wrong.” I grin, grabbing my knife from my ankle, and I stab it into both knees before pulling it free, wiping it clean on his shirt, and slipping it back in the holster.
“My turn,” Diesel murmurs, and I grin, knowing he’s been waiting patiently, but he’s tired of waiting now. I pocket my dice and lean down to the man’s face.