Alejandro doesn’t need to speak again for me to know what he’s thinking. Richard continues to peer over the table, taunting us. He is talking non-stop but I tune him out. There will be plenty of time to listen to him talk—and scream—once I get our girl to safety. I squeeze the trigger and the bullet explodes through the second knuckle on his right hand, throwing him backwards with the force. The knife clatters to the floor and Lucia lets out a muffled scream.
Alejandro moves before I do, running to Richard as he lies bleeding and shouting profanities before he’s hoisted up by his collar. Alejandro snarls something in the sick fuck’s ear but I’m too far away to hear. I can imagine it was some kind of threat that involves his cock. Then he takes Richard’s injured hand and pushes two fingers into the gaping hole left by the bullet before twisting it behind his back. His screams of agony fill the room.
I run to Lucia while her father keeps Richard restrained. The first thing I do is remove the rag from her mouth.
“Matthias?” she croaks.
“He’s fine, Angel. He’s with your mom.”
She nods and a single tear runs down her cheek.
“Come on. Let’s get you out of here,” I say, brushing her damp hair from her face.
She nods again as she pulls at her restraints.
As I free her arms, my eyes roam over her body, giving her a quick check over but she has no visible injuries apart from the blood on her face that seems to have come from her nose. As soon as she is able to, she pushes herself up into a sitting position and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me.
“Jax,” she sobs against my chest.
“I got you, baby. You’re safe now,” I soothe as I hold her tight while Alejandro holds onto Richard, one arm wrapped around his throat and one of his large hands clamped over his mouth.
Lucia pulls back from me, wiping her eyes before she reaches down to her legs to free them.
“Hey, I got you,” I say, pulling off my t-shirt. “Put this on, first.”
She nods and I help her, feeding her arms through the sleeves.
“Are you okay,mija?” Alejandro asks as I work on releasing her ankles.
“Yes. Thank you, Papi,” she breathes.
Once her legs are free too, I pick up her sneakers from the floor and crouch down to slide them onto her feet. When I stand again, she is smiling faintly at me and I thank God that she is safe and unhurt—it seems that sick fuck didn’t get to do any of the twisted shit he obviously had planned.
“Shall we allow Richard here to give us a practical demonstration of what some of these things do?” Alejandro asks, indicating his head to the table of tools and sex toys that I have done my best to avoid looking at.
“Sounds good to me.” I lift Lucia from the table and set her on her feet.
“You okay?” I whisper, keeping my arms around her.
“Yes. I can stand,” she says as she takes a step back from me. Then she turns to her father who still holds onto Richard. I wonder if she has the stomach for what we’re about to do. I look at Alejandro too. We have worked together for so long that he knows what I’m thinking without me having to tell him. He nods his agreement. Lucia needs to stay for this.
“Let’s get him on here then?” I say with a flash of my eyebrows.
Richard kicks and screams as Alejandro and I lift him onto the table and shackle his arms and legs the same way he’d restrained Lucia.
“No,” he wails, shaking his head from side to side.
I grab hold of his face, holding his head still while I glare at him. “Seems you can give but you can’t take it, Richard. Is that right?”
“I can get you money,” he pleads.
Alejandro starts to laugh his ass off as he picks up one of the huge knives and begins cutting through Richard’s clothes. “Even if I needed money, you sickhijo de puta, you think I would allow the piece of shit who took my daughter to buy his way out of facing up to his crimes?” he snarls as the knife in his hand slices a welt into the soft skin of Richard’s thigh, making him howl in pain.
“We got plenty of toys here to try on you too,” I add as I pick up a huge black dildo and he starts shaking and crying again.
Alejandro slaps him across the face. “Shut the fuck up!”
Richard mumbles as tears run down his face and blood runs down his thigh. Alejandro works quickly and our captive is soon completely naked as he lies shivering on the table. I pick up a strange metal object. It’s shaped like a cock but has some kind of mechanical part to it.