“FUCK.”
The other one shouts from the bottom of the stairs.
“She dead?” the one next to me asks.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he kicks the body a few times.
“She?” My wide eyes go to the masked guy in front of me. “Who … who is she?”
He gives a dark chuckle, pulling out his cell phone from his hoodie pocket. He then holds it up to my face. “Remember this video that Amelia showed you?”
I see Sin sitting on his bed at the house of Lords. Closing my eyes tightly, I turn my face away from him, but he grips my cheeks, forcing me to face him. “Watch the fucking video!” he shouts, making me flinch.
Opening my eyes, I notice the way my body starts to tingle as it relaxes into the couch. “I’ve seen it,” I whisper.
“Just watch. All of it.” He goes on, holding it right in front of my face. The light on the screen making me squint it’s so bright.
Amelia walks in, gets naked. She lies on the bed, and he ties her arms above her head. Then he turns to open the nightstand. This is where I slapped it out of her hand. He opens the top drawer, grabs a blindfold and then slips it over her eyes.
Spreading her legs wide open, she arches her back while lifting her hips. “Sin—” He shoves something into her mouth, and she starts mumbling around it before he places tape over her lips so she can’t spit it out.
Then he walks over to his bathroom door, opens it up, and out steps Chance. My eyes blink as I watch him undress then crawl onto the bed and begin to fuck her while Sin leans up against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and watches them.
I want to be mad. To get angry at myself. But I can’t. My mind won’t let me. It’s foggy, my eyes growing heavy.
He laughs, putting his cell back in his pocket. “Let it swallow you under, Elli.” Running his hand down my face, I try to pull away, but I can’t. It dips inside of my shirt once again and he roughly grabs at my breasts, the material pinching my neck as he stretches it out. “Once you’re good and ready, we’ll get this party started.” Removing his hand, he stands and walks out of the room with the other guy, leaving me alone.
The last thing on my mind is what Sin said to me when I brought up the tape with Amelia to him.“I can explain that…”
Now, I wish I would have at least let him try.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
SIN
I SLAP THE guy that I’ve tied to the chair. His head snaps to the right before popping up. He blinks, green eyes looking around aimlessly before they land on mine. “What—” He jerks on the rope that ties his hands to the back of the chair and his ankles to the legs.
I slap him again just because I can.
“Fuck,” he cries, looking up at me. His eyes go large, and he gasps. Sitting rigid, he looks from me to Tyson, who stands beside me, Turning back to me, his face drains of color. “Sin … you’re dead.”
“You wish.” I punch him in the face so hard this time it knocks the chair back, pinning his arms behind it.
His screams fill the large room and I walk over to him. Pressing my shoe into his stomach, I hold him down. And just to add more weight, I lean my body into it, placing my forearm on my thigh.
“St-op.” He’s gasping. “Please.”
“Where are the Spade brothers?” I ignore him. I’m still trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. They called me. But when we arrived, Amelia is dead wearing a mask and we find the other two masked men to be Chance and Holland—shit’s not adding up.
“Who?” He grits his teeth, tilting this head back and screaming once again. His body fighting the position it’s in with no such luck.
“I’m going to slit your fucking throat and watch you drown in your own blood if you don’t start talking,” I warn, pressing my foot farther into his stomach, smashing his arms underneath the chair. I hope I fucking break them. “Tyson.” I reach out my free hand and he hands me an open pocketknife.
I reach across Chance’s chest, placing the tip of the blade into his neck right below his ear and get about an inch before he’s screaming.
“Stop. Stop. Stop. Please. Okay. Okay.” He’s crying.
I smile when I see the small trail of blood running down the side of his neck to the carpet beneath him. “Where are the Spade brothers?” Let’s start with something easy. I should have known that wasn’t them when we stepped out of the hallway. The brothers aren’t that fucking stupid.