Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Who?” I shout. What the fuck is he talking about? He could be lying. Or he could believe every word he says—men have been known to go delirious while caged.
“Them.” He gives me a wicked smile, and I see the dirt and ash in his gums and on his tongue. He has no teeth. Tyson ripped them out one by one. “You brought them into Carnage. Just like they wanted you to.”
“The guys who delivered Ashtyn.” Ryat is the one who speaks.
I look up at him. “Where did you put them?” The alarm stops, but the ringing in my ears continues.
“We spread them out…I put my guy down the hall.” Sin states, pointing down the now rubble-filled hallway.
“How the fuck did they plant bombs?” I wonder. “Didn’t you guys pat them down?” Jesus Christ, who the fuck are these men?
All three of them nod. “We did.” Sin dusts off his jeans.
“We stripped them down to nothing,” Tyson adds.
I frown and look down at Luke. “You’re lying.” Stripping those who come into Carnage has been something our fathers taught us to do. It serves a purpose. Gives them no defense. There’s something very vulnerable about a man being stripped by another, hosed off and thrown into a cage like an animal. It’s humiliating.
“It was a suicide mission,” Luke speaks.
“Are you saying that they willingly swallowed bombs?” I question with a snort.
He gives a rough laugh, and I narrow my eyes on him.
“Are they shoved up their asses or something?” Sin asks, making Ryat laugh.
Luke doesn’t find it as funny.
“They each have bombs?” I look at him. They brought three men in, that means two more are still to go off. Are they on timers? Triggers? How long until the next goes off?
“Four of them have bombs.” His wicked laughter fills the room.
“But there were only three men.” Tyson frowns.
“Who is the fourth?” I yank Luke’s head off the floor only to knock it back into the concrete. “Who the fuck has the fourth bomb?”
His laughter grows, and I’ve had enough of his shit. “Sin, there’s a box of gloves right by the door. Hand me two.”
“What?” Luke’s laughter stops, and he starts to thrash under me to get away. “What are you going to do?” he demands.
Sin enters with a pair of gloves, and I get up off Luke to turn him over. “Put your knee into his back. Hold him still.”
Sin does as I say, placing his weight onto Luke’s back, making him cry out, and I yank his arms behind his back, holding his forearms parallel, and I nod at Sin to take them. He pins them down for me.
“What the fuck?” Luke cries.
“He’s about to be elbow deep in your ass, man,” Sin informs him.
“It’s not me!” he shouts, squirming. “I swear to God—”
“There is no God.” I interrupt him. “Just you and me. Now be a good boy, spread your legs, and relax.” I place my legs between his, shoving them apart and forcing his ass up in the air.
“Saint?” I look up as Ryat tosses me the tube of lube sitting next to the gloves. Honestly, I was going to use spit, but this will help speed up the process.
“You can’t do this!” Luke screams, thrashing on the floor. “You can’t do this to me, you motherfucker!”
“You kidnapped, raped, and murdered innocent women with barbed wire. I’d say an arm up your ass is getting off easy,” Ryat tells him.
I pour it all over the black glove covering my fingers and hand before pouring it over his ass and legs, just dousing him with most of the bottle before tossing it to the side. Placing my hands on his ass cheeks, I shove them open as he screams louder than the ringing of the alarm that still echoes in my pounding head.
“Ash-tyn,” he cries.
“What about her?” I growl, getting tired of this game.
He’s sobbing and mumbles unintelligible things into the concrete floor while Sin has him pinned down.
“Ashtyn.” Sin is the one who speaks, and my eyes snap to his. He swallows nervously and drops his eyes to Luke. He doesn’t think he had one, either, but I had to check. His eyes meet mine once again before he speaks. “They brought her in. You don’t think…”
“Is that true?” I shout at Luke. “Is that the fucking truth?” I’m screaming, my throat burns, and I shove Sin off Luke so I can toss him onto his back. He’s still a sobbing mess. I wrap my hand around his throat and yank him to his feet with my lube-covered glove hand and slam his back into the wall that’s partially missing. “Fucking answer me, you son of a bitch, or I will…”
“I don’t know.” Spit flies from his mouth as tears and snot run down his face through his wife’s ashes that cover his dirty skin. “They just said there were four…”