"Ready to talk?" I opened my eyes at the growled command. "Talk about what? What a piece of shit you are?" I watched as Kristen Bauer was punched in the face. Blood spattered across the concrete, stopping just at my feet. "You're going to beg before this is over." Cantwell was clipping metal clamps to the tips of her fingers. She glared at him as he moved back to a small handheld controller. I tried to move my arms, but the chains were thick and heavy, the silver burning the delicate skin of my wrists. "I never beg, fuck stick." She snapped seconds before he flipped the switch. Her body arched in the chair, her back bowed up, a haunting sound leaving her lips as Cantwell shocked her. Blood poured from her nose before he shut it off. "Now tell me, pussy cat, what are Cooper's plans? We both know he shared it with you." She spit blood at him. "He didn't share shit with me. Unless you count a little dick between enemies." Her voice shook from the pain and I had no idea how she was even handling what they were doing to her. I leaned forward, hoping to ease the contractions that had gripped me off and on since we'd been locked in here. I forced myself to be silent while they continued to torture the woman here to save me. "Little dick, I'm not surprised. He's a worthless coward, a piece of shit, just like his father." Kristen smirked. "Never said it was little, minute man." Cantwell back handed her again and she laughed. I looked at her as if she was crazy. "Is that all you got? Huh? You're pathetic. You betrayed a man who was supposed to be your friend, your Alpha. You stabbed him in the back, and then you took up with his enemy. Wilson has no idea you intend to double cross him, does he? Shouldn't be surprised when it happens." I gasped when my hair was grabbed and my head was forced back. "Keep talking that shit, pussy cat, and I'll kill this bitch. Obviously, she's pretty damn important if Cooper brought his ass back to get her." Kristen growled when Cantwell knelt down beside me. "Little Gracie Lynn. Donovan has had his eye on you from the start. He even asked your Daddy to mate you. But then Gunnar Jericho went and got himself killed by ol' John Luke and your worthless mother took you and ran. There could've been a joined pack, had you just mated Donovan. But you went after pencil dick Eli. And here you are. Ready to welp a pup and no man around to protect you. You really think Donovan is going to let you keep that bastard? If you're smart, you'll smother is as soon as it takes its first breath." He shoved my head against the concrete and I sobbed, unable to keep it back. "Leave her alone!" Kristen bellowed, fighting her restraints. Cantwell strolled back over to her and I pushed myself up, despite the twisting pain in my abdomen. "Stop. Just stop. I'll do whatever I have to, Cantwell, just don't hurt her anymore. Please." I looked up at him, knowing I was filthy and stank to high heaven. "Please."

"Ready to talk?" I opened my eyes at the growled command. "Talk about what? What a piece of shit you are?" I watched as Kristen Bauer was punched in the face. Blood spattered across the concrete, stopping just at my feet. "You're going to beg before this is over." Cantwell was clipping metal clamps to the tips of her fingers. She glared at him as he moved back to a small handheld controller. I tried to move my arms, but the chains were thick and heavy, the silver burning the delicate skin of my wrists. "I never beg, fuck stick." She snapped seconds before he flipped the switch. Her body arched in the chair, her back bowed up, a haunting sound leaving her lips as Cantwell shocked her. Blood poured from her nose before he shut it off. "Now tell me, pussy cat, what are Cooper's plans? We both know he shared it with you." She spit blood at him. "He didn't share shit with me. Unless you count a little dick between enemies." Her voice shook from the pain and I had no idea how she was even handling what they were doing to her. I leaned forward, hoping to ease the contractions that had gripped me off and on since we'd been locked in here. I forced myself to be silent while they continued to torture the woman here to save me. "Little dick, I'm not surprised. He's a worthless coward, a piece of shit, just like his father." Kristen smirked. "Never said it was little, minute man." Cantwell back handed her again and she laughed. I looked at her as if she was crazy. "Is that all you got? Huh? You're pathetic. You betrayed a man who was supposed to be your friend, your Alpha. You stabbed him in the back, and then you took up with his enemy. Wilson has no idea you intend to double cross him, does he? Shouldn't be surprised when it happens." I gasped when my hair was grabbed and my head was forced back. "Keep talking that shit, pussy cat, and I'll kill this bitch. Obviously, she's pretty damn important if Cooper brought his ass back to get her." Kristen growled when Cantwell knelt down beside me. "Little Gracie Lynn. Donovan has had his eye on you from the start. He even asked your Daddy to mate you. But then Gunnar Jericho went and got himself killed by ol' John Luke and your worthless mother took you and ran. There could've been a joined pack, had you just mated Donovan. But you went after pencil dick Eli. And here you are. Ready to welp a pup and no man around to protect you. You really think Donovan is going to let you keep that bastard? If you're smart, you'll smother is as soon as it takes its first breath." He shoved my head against the concrete and I sobbed, unable to keep it back. "Leave her alone!" Kristen bellowed, fighting her restraints. Cantwell strolled back over to her and I pushed myself up, despite the twisting pain in my abdomen. "Stop. Just stop. I'll do whatever I have to, Cantwell, just don't hurt her anymore. Please." I looked up at him, knowing I was filthy and stank to high heaven. "Please."
I shook my head at her. No. I knew how to handle these situations. Hell. Between Caiden, my father, Victor, Caiden's dad and all their friends between New Orleans, LA,and New York city. I had training. I have kicked asses over men's advances and bullying, since I hit puberty. I cleared my throat as Cantwell started to walk toward Gracie. What was she thinking? The woman looked like she was 3 years pregnant and obviously she was in labor. I spit a was of blood toward his booted foot. " You touch her. I'll fucking rip your dick off and make you eat it. Leave her alone. Any man that would rape a pregnant woman shouldn't be allowed to keep it. First thing I'm gonna suggest Quinn change once he's got control of his pack back. " Cantwell tossed his head back and let out a howl of sinister laughter. He looked at one of his goons. " Gag the bitch and then get the pear, but lets strip her lower half and use it in her ass instead of shoving it down her fucking throat, though that would probably shut her up. " I had to mentally go through my encyclopedia of torture devices in my head to figure out what he was talking about, and I winced, but controlled my emotions. Kept my face cool. " Bring it motherfucker. You think I haven't ever had anything in my ass. You're wrong. So fuck it. Stretch my ho....." I was cut off as the gag filled my mouth, but I kept on muttering my words. I wasn't done. " That's better." Cantwell smirked and slapped my cheek as if he were teasing a friend. I hated this asshole and if Quinn didn't hurry. I was going to fucking kill him. I snarled at the sting to my face, but I held myself together. Just like I'd been taught.
ReplyDelete* My stomach was sick over Cantwells suggestion. Kristen was gagged and one of the soldiers came in with some metal device that looked like torture on a stick. I looked at Kristen and she seemed unaffected by the threat. "Pay close attention, Grace, because you'll want to be sure and tell Cooper every detail of this." Kristen's eyes met mine. She shook her head as they ripped her out of the chair, carrying her to a metal table. She windmilled her legs and landed a kick across one of the soldiers face. Cantwell slammed her down on the table, moving to her jeans, while the other soldier held her down. Kristen fought and bucked every move he made but her jeans were yanked down. I gagged when I realized his intent and a trickle of fluid spurted from between my thighs. He shoved her legs up and was just starting to shove the metal pear into Kristen when the door slammed open. Donovan Wilson stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. "What are you doing, Cantwell?" His voice was deceptively calm. Tears slid down Kristen's temples but she never made a sound. "I'm trying to get information out of the spy." Blood dripped onto the table. "By sodomizing her? And gagging her? She can't talk if she's dead." Donovan stepped further inside the room. "Remove the pear." His tone brooked no argument. I closed my eyes in a silent prayer of thanks when I heard the metal clang against the floor. "Simon, please release her legs and straighten her clothes." Donovan was too calm and it scared me. Once Kristen was dressed, he pulled her to a sitting position. "I apologize that the accommodations have been so rudimentary, but we aren't here to be friends. Our end goal is to kill Cooper. I'm sure Cantwell had good intentions. But this is where it ends." He gestured for her to be put in the chair. Once she was secured, he opened the door. "Come in and set it up." A gun was set directly behind Kristen on a tripod. "You're our bait. This gun is motion activated. When Cooper locates you by the tracker you so kindly vomited up for us, it'll lead him here. As soon as he opens the door, pow! Bullet to the head. Then, we'll see that you and Grace are taken care of." I shook my head and tears filled my eyes. "Donovan, please. Don't do this." I begged him. I knew Gina and Quinn had been involved at one point, but obviously Kristen was more important to him. They kept her gagged and her face was pale. "Your sentimentality streak is going to get you killed one day, Gracie Lynn Jericho." With that last statement he turned to the door. " I wouldn't turn my back on Cantwell if I were you." I called out to him. "He's just waiting to stab you in it!" Donovan stopped and his head half turned. His eyes met mine. I willed for him to understand that I wasn't lying. I hated him with every fiber of my being for what he had done to Eli; to me and to our unborn child, but I had to warn him. I hoped that maybe, just maybe he would stop this nightmare before it even started. He stepped out the door and everyone else filed out of the room. The door slammed with a ring of finality. "You're insane, you know that, right?" I told her from where I leaned against the wall. I cupped my cramping belly. I was definitely in labor and I was scared out of my mind. "I swear little baby, when this is over we will never be victims again. I swear." I vowed, trying to breathe through the contractions and I meant it.
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