“Twenty guards upstairs, ten girls are still here. The rest have gone to sale. Boss isn’t here… He’s in the city with Lola. It’s just us guards,” he rushes out.
“Cameras?” I snap.
“The command center a floor up. Take the left when you go out, and it’s the room upstairs. The whole second floor is for the men.”
“Where are the women?” she asks.
“This floor, locked in rooms. Please, I told you everything,” he whines, and I step back.
“He’s yours, Bitch,” I offer, knowing from his look at her earlier that he’s hurt her before. She laughs, grabs her knife, and steps up to him.
“I remember you like knives, don’t you?” she murmurs and lifts her shirt. “In fact, this is your mark right here, isn’t it?” She taps an older scar and then runs the knife to her mound. I press against her back as my cock hardens. “You even cut me here, didn’t you? You did. I remember because I peed on you and you laughed.”
He swallows, shaking his head as he cries, and she leans in. “You did. Let’s match, shall we?” In one smooth move, she stabs his crotch. The man screams so I punch him, knocking him out. He falls, blood pooling around him, while she watches with rapt fascination. Placing my hands on her hips, I lift her and step back, turning her until her eyes meet mine. Her gaze is filled with desire.
“He’s gone. He said twenty guards. You ready? I won’t be able to protect you,” I warn. Unknowingly, I reach out and cup her cheek. She leans into it with a wicked grin.
“I don’t need you to,” she murmurs. “I’ll keep this gun and use you as a shield,” she teases.
Smirking, I lean down and almost press my lips to hers. “Shoot straight and kill them all,” I murmur, and then kiss her quickly, allowing myself that small pleasure before turning, gun in hand, and opening the door to see where the camera is facing.
“You know it.” I hear a click and feel her breath across my arm. “Let’s do this.”
Let’s.