Tate glared at me. “What the fuck do you care for? I said I was taking her, so I fucking did.”
“Did you hurt her?” I asked in a low, dangerous voice, itching to tear his esophagus from his body and shove it up his ass sideways.
He let out a soft laugh. “Anything I did to her, she begged for.”
I let out a growl of fury. Drake grabbed me the same time Hail did, both of them yanking me away from Tate who wasted no time straightening up and rubbing at the wound I’d left on his neck.
I wrestled against them for a moment until Drake murmured in my ear something I was sure Hail couldn’t hear as he yelled at Tate to explain what the hell was going on.
“Man, chill. You can’t fight a war if you kill the guy with all the information.”
I breathed out, wondering what the fuck he cared for, before I forced myself to settle down. I tore away from him, and Hail and glared at Tate who refused to meet my eye.
“Did you hurt her?” Hail demanded once we’d calmed down, a pissed off, murderous look on his face as he glared from me to Tate.
“She doesn’t listen.” His body was still tense. “It took a lot of work to break her, but I managed it. She’s a docile little creature now. She’s mine.”
My chest clenched, but I shook it off.
“Did you fuck her?” I snarled.
A wicked grin spilled onto his face. “Yes. The night I took her. She was passed out. I fucked her raw and filled her tight little pussy with my come. Sorry, Fallon. I knew you wanted in there. Looks like I got there first.”
“You piece of shit.” I couldn’t breathe. He touched her. He hurt her. God, I was so fucking stupid. I’d overlooked him, given up on him when his routine didn’t change. I’d been lost in my own bullshit. Bianca was hurt. I knew she had to be.
Goddamn it!
Fuck.
“Where do you have her?” Hail asked, calmly.
Tate bristled. “You’re not taking her from me.”
“I think you’d better tell us. We need to get rid of her,” Hail said. “We can’t just fucking give her back now.”
“So we’re going to kill her?” Drake wrinkled his nose. “Man, that seems like a terrible idea.”
“We could just…knock her in the head hard and maybe she’ll forget,” Trent said.
“You fucking idiot,” I started.
Hail snorted. “No, she needs to die. Unless we’re going to kill De Santis. I suppose we could use her to lure him in and then kill him and his guys.” He looked like he was really contemplating the idea.
“I’m not giving her back. She’s mine.” Tate snarled. “It took me forever to get her. We aren’t killing her.”
“You can’t keep her like a pet, even if she is a rat,” Hail barked. “She dies. We’ll use her to get to De Santis. Game over. Lords win. Where the fuck is she?”
Tate frowned. “I … just let me have one more night with her. If I get one last night with her, I’ll take you to her tomorrow.”
Hail surveyed him and nodded. “Fine. Go have some fun. But if you fuck this up and try to run with her, you know I’ll find you and gut you right along with her.”
“I understand,” Tate said softly, his hands trembling.
“What if I want her yet?” I asked, feeling frantic over everything and an idea forming in my head.
Hail raised his brows. “You’ll get your chance tomorrow. Now, we need to plan everything.” He grabbed the phone from me and tossed it back to Tate who was quick to stare at Bianca again. I schooled my rage and focused on Hail.
“I say we take a video of her. Make it like a ransom. We’ll make some extra cash with it too. Everyone knows how loaded De Santis is. We won’t say it’s us. I have a burner we can use to contact him. We can make it like just some random assholes grabbed her. When they get inside, we ambush and kill them. Burn the place down and be done with it.” He looked at each of us. “Deal?”