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Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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overtake the Devil’s, but he made a few wrong turns. Unfortunately they had to be paid for, and Jack was the one who wanted the payment.
“You did good, Johnson. I’ll let you keep your cock right where it is.”
“I want to get out of here.”
“That isn’t in the plan. You called Smith to tell him what to do because he’s the new President of the Reapers.”
The damaged man on the floor laughed. “Over my dead body, he will be.”
“My thoughts precisely.” Jack walked around the room striking matches and dropping them in strategic places that Pyro had left some of his magic. The warm room was getting hotter when he got closer to the door, and Jack knew that if he didn’t get out of there, he would be sharing the same fiery death as Johnson. “Tell the devil the Hornets sent you.”
CHAPTER NINE
Natalie sat in the huge van looking at the solemn men that surrounded her. She felt like she was in a dream and any minute she’d wake up and be back in that locked box with Big Rich, the large man whose name she didn’t know as he made the film for Jack and his crew. After the making of the video tape, Rich didn’t bother her sexually again. In fact, it was mellow until earlier in the evening with the last man came in. Johnson was his name. She’d learned that when Jack and his friends came busting in like angels—dirty, hairy angels—but she was never happier to see a group of people in her whole life.
Jack sat next to her, but he hadn’t acknowledged her at all… unless you wanted to count him responding to her touch on his back when he was beating up Johnson. She wasn’t fond of the man personally. He’d entered the room calling her names and accusing her of being just like all of Jack’s other women. When she said she didn’t know what he was talking about, he slapped her so hard her ears were ringing.
She put her hand in Jack’s and hoped he’d hold on because she was about to break down. It was dumb, she knew, because the worst was over, but telling herself that wasn’t working.
When they finally got to her apartment, she was shaking. These men had come to her defense, and they were all as stoic as stones. She would not be the wilting flower to simper and snivel.
Getting out of the van, she poked her head back in. “I want to thank you guys for coming to my rescue. Even if I wasn’t the only reason you came, words can’t express how happy I was to see you and how much I appreciate what you had to do to get me out.”
“Anytime, miss.” Someone in the back spoke up, and it made her feel good that someone acknowledged what she was feeling.
“I’ll walk her up,” Jack said to the driver, and she felt a little insecure. He wasn’t talking to her. There was no big hug of greeting. She knew they’d just killed a man and the flames that shot out of the window where they kept her carried the heartless soul of the man who’d ordered such a vile fate for her.
When she got up to the security door, she realized she didn’t have any keys and she didn’t have a phone, but Jack slid around her and opened up the door with a key. They walked to her door, and he repeated the act, but he stepped into her house and walked around making sure everything was alright.
“We got all your locks changed here and at the shop. All the keys are on this ring,” he said, setting the jangling noise makers on her table. “There will be someone posted outside your apartment building, and I’ll make sure someone gets you to work.”
The air in the room was stifling, and it seemed like it was smothering her. She looked over at Jack who seemed like he’d checked out long before they’d come into the house.
“It’s because he made me come, isn’t it?”
“What?” Jack turned to her looking puzzled.
“The reason you don’t want to be with me anymore.” She didn’t want to have to spell this out; she knew that
“You did good, Johnson. I’ll let you keep your cock right where it is.”
“I want to get out of here.”
“That isn’t in the plan. You called Smith to tell him what to do because he’s the new President of the Reapers.”
The damaged man on the floor laughed. “Over my dead body, he will be.”
“My thoughts precisely.” Jack walked around the room striking matches and dropping them in strategic places that Pyro had left some of his magic. The warm room was getting hotter when he got closer to the door, and Jack knew that if he didn’t get out of there, he would be sharing the same fiery death as Johnson. “Tell the devil the Hornets sent you.”
CHAPTER NINE
Natalie sat in the huge van looking at the solemn men that surrounded her. She felt like she was in a dream and any minute she’d wake up and be back in that locked box with Big Rich, the large man whose name she didn’t know as he made the film for Jack and his crew. After the making of the video tape, Rich didn’t bother her sexually again. In fact, it was mellow until earlier in the evening with the last man came in. Johnson was his name. She’d learned that when Jack and his friends came busting in like angels—dirty, hairy angels—but she was never happier to see a group of people in her whole life.
Jack sat next to her, but he hadn’t acknowledged her at all… unless you wanted to count him responding to her touch on his back when he was beating up Johnson. She wasn’t fond of the man personally. He’d entered the room calling her names and accusing her of being just like all of Jack’s other women. When she said she didn’t know what he was talking about, he slapped her so hard her ears were ringing.
She put her hand in Jack’s and hoped he’d hold on because she was about to break down. It was dumb, she knew, because the worst was over, but telling herself that wasn’t working.
When they finally got to her apartment, she was shaking. These men had come to her defense, and they were all as stoic as stones. She would not be the wilting flower to simper and snivel.
Getting out of the van, she poked her head back in. “I want to thank you guys for coming to my rescue. Even if I wasn’t the only reason you came, words can’t express how happy I was to see you and how much I appreciate what you had to do to get me out.”
“Anytime, miss.” Someone in the back spoke up, and it made her feel good that someone acknowledged what she was feeling.
“I’ll walk her up,” Jack said to the driver, and she felt a little insecure. He wasn’t talking to her. There was no big hug of greeting. She knew they’d just killed a man and the flames that shot out of the window where they kept her carried the heartless soul of the man who’d ordered such a vile fate for her.
When she got up to the security door, she realized she didn’t have any keys and she didn’t have a phone, but Jack slid around her and opened up the door with a key. They walked to her door, and he repeated the act, but he stepped into her house and walked around making sure everything was alright.
“We got all your locks changed here and at the shop. All the keys are on this ring,” he said, setting the jangling noise makers on her table. “There will be someone posted outside your apartment building, and I’ll make sure someone gets you to work.”
The air in the room was stifling, and it seemed like it was smothering her. She looked over at Jack who seemed like he’d checked out long before they’d come into the house.
“It’s because he made me come, isn’t it?”
“What?” Jack turned to her looking puzzled.
“The reason you don’t want to be with me anymore.” She didn’t want to have to spell this out; she knew that
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