I couldn’t.
“Though the Preacher was a bit reluctant at first, you being drugged in all but a gun to the head worked wonders. I’m sorry I missed your nuptials. I bet you were a lovely bride.”
“You’re lying,” I moaned, closing my eyes, remembering nothing of that day. All I knew was one minute I was looking into the eyes of Satan himself, and the next, I was safe at the Golden Skulls compound.
“Mine,” Jekyll grunted, yanking my head back as he unbuckled his belt.
“Yes, yes. We know she is yours, but I still need her to talk. So, before you stick your dick down her throat, I would like to ask her some questions.”
“Mine,” Jekyll said again, dropping his pants as he began to jerk his cock. Turning away from him, I closed my eyes and prayed. I prayed for anyone. I didn’t care who showed up. I just needed someone.
“Now, daughter, tell me,” Diablo said, leaning down grabbing my face, so I was forced to look at him. “Where is Reaper?”
Shaking my head, I whispered, “I don’t know.”
Sighing, he stood then before I could utter another word. He backhanded me, causing me to scream out in pain. If I wasn’t sure my cheekbone was broken before, I was sure now.
“She’s lying,” Toxic said. “She bears his mark.”
“I will ask you one more time, daughter, and if you don’t tell me where he is at, I will let your husband have you.”
Oh, God.
I knew what that meant.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t survive it.
It was one thing going up against Diablo, but Jekyll was another matter. The man tormented me most of my life. He damn near raped me when I was sixteen. If Dylan hadn’t shown up, he surely would have. Jekyll didn’t believe in anything but his own gratification, and he had somehow thought that I belonged to him. When Uncle Lee Roy snuck me out of Tennessee, I knew that Jekyll would never stop looking for me, and I was right. When I was traded for another woman that day in the woods in Oregon.
I remembered the whole car ride to the motel.
He couldn’t keep his hands off me. Groping me, touching me, biting me. I remember him ripping my clothes off me in the vehicle, and by the time we stopped at the motel, I was completely naked when he dragged me from the car into one of the dirty rooms.
I shivered just as I heard Jekyll roar as he ejaculated all over my back.
“Your husband is eager to get reacquainted,” Diablo laughed as Jekyll proceeded to smear his seamen all over me. I cringed and wanted nothing more than to vomit at that moment.
Yet the second his hand went to touch my breast, he stopped.
A soft whistle sounded.
Glass shattered.
And in the next instant, I heard a loud bang as Jekyll fell to the floor.
Turning quickly, I stared in shock as Jekyll lay on the floor staring up at me with vacant eyes.
A small hole on his forehead that wasn’t there before now oozed blood. So much blood pooled around him.
Gasping for air, I turned just as Toxic ran from the room, ducking for cover as he left through another door, slamming it shut behind him, but that wasn’t what captured my attention.
Giovanni was standing in another doorway, a smoking gun in both his hands as he emptied the entire clips into Diablo.
Chaos surrounded as I heard men shouting, guns going off, people screaming, but I could only see Giovanni.
The look on his face as he walked towards Diablo, shooting from both of his guns, was pure determination. I’d never seen him look that way before. It was a side he kept hidden, and when his guns only clicked, signaling his clips were empty, Giovanni threw them on the ground and turned towards me just as Diablo fell to the ground dead.