Chapter 300 300

Chapter 300 300
"All I have to do is press this button, and little Santos Jr.’s head will pop like a melon. Too bad I can’t be there to see it. I’d love to see Gabriel’s face when his mutt’s brains splatter his shoes."
"Don’t do it," I plead, my heart pounding. Jenkins might not have removed the explosive yet. "I’m begging you, Samuel. Let him live. I’ll do whatever you want—anything—but don’t kill him."
My brother looks me over from head to toe and steps closer.
"Time has been generous to you, little sister. You’re not the girl who used to hide under the bed when our father came for you in the middle of the night."
I swallow the bile rising in my throat as his hand touches my side.
"I used to watch you from the door, you know? You couldn’t have been more than a toddler, already sucking his cock like a little slut."
He brings his face close to mine. I turn away, my stomach churning and my throat closing with revulsion.
"I waited until your tits started growing." He grabs one of my breasts and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Mr. Sandoval, you said—"
My brother pulls away at the sound of one of his men and sighs.
"Right." He shrugs and looks at me. "I promised them they could have some fun with you. Don’t worry, my turn will come. Let’s just get this over with."
He shows me his phone again.
"Want to do the honors?"
I try to break free and grab the device, but the zip tie is too tight. Two men grab me from behind.
"Please don’t," I beg, holding back tears.
Samuel steps closer with a wide grin and presses the screen to my bruised face.
"Ping. It’s done. The psycho’s nothing but a corpse now," he mocks.
Please let him be okay. He has to be okay.
I swallow a sob and glare at him with all the hatred I can muster.
"You’ll pay for this, Samuel. Sooner or later, everything catches up—and whether you believe it or not, you’re already a dead man."
The bastard laughs in my face and orders his men to release me. One of them cuts the zip tie, and I finally have control of my arms again.
"Get used to your new home, little sister. From now on, you’re going to be the official whore of the S Group. Anyone who wants to stick it in one of your holes will be able to. I bet you’ll enjoy it like the slut you are."
"You son of a bitch," I hiss, finally losing my temper.
"Yeah, that’s true too. My mom was a whore—just like yours, and all the other women in the Urriaga estate. That includes you."
He snaps his fingers, and his men grab me again.
"Take her. Don’t be pussies. The little slut likes it rough, but I want her whole and conscious for my turn."
"We’re gonna have a good time, sweetheart," one of them whispers as he drags me from the living room.
We walk down a long hallway and stop in front of an open door.
"I have to use the bathroom," I say coldly.
"Relax, babe," says the guy who slapped me earlier. He presses his mouth to my cheek, and one hand grabs my crotch. "By the time we’re done with you, that pussy’s gonna be so stretched you won’t be able to hold your pee anymore."
Both of them laugh and pull me along.
"Please," I say, digging my heels into the floor. I take a deep breath and summon every ounce of bravado and fakery I’ve used to play the bitch all these years. I lift my chin, toss my hair subtly, and give them a seductive smile.
"This doesn’t have to be a bad thing. We could have fun together—but first, I need to use the bathroom. Just one minute."
They look at each other and laugh again.
"Sandoval wasn’t lying. You are a well-trained little slut," says the one who slapped me, grabbing my neck. He licks my lips and shoves me into the open bathroom.
"You’ve got two minutes. If you don’t come out, I’ll come for you—and you don’t want that, trust me."
I nod and try to act calm as I close the door. As soon as I’m alone, my stomach turns and I can’t stop the nausea. I throw up in the toilet, then quickly wash my mouth and pull the tracker from my bra. I activate it, pressing a tiny side button, and drop it in the trash can.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror and take another deep breath. Now I have to hold on until they come for me.
If Oscar is still alive, I know he’ll tear the world apart to find me.
“Just buy time, Luna. All you need is time.”