\[Elise’s POV\]
I feel my body being lifted and hefted over TJ’s shoulder before we are moving.
Now, where are you taking me? I wonder inwardly as my body begins to sway with his movement. I was certain that it would be somewhere secluded with a room he could use to have his way with me. I was banking on this so that I could do the same. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his and even that bitch Anastasia’s faces when they realized I wasn’t actually drugged. Oh, it was going to be glorious.
Fighting the shiver of excitement that wants to rush through me, I continue to play my part as the poor victim captured after a mediocre trick until, finally, I’m being carried into a building.
‘This is it.’ Anna announces, her excitement adding to mine. ‘It’s about show time.’
‘Yep.’
I remain unmoving as I’m carried upstairs and then carried into a room and placed on what feels like a bed.
Of course, this would be what they were planning. Ruining Denali to avenge Anastasia for her ruin after her mother and my bastard father.
“Now,” TJ announces, disgustingly. “For the main event.”
“Not yet.”
Anastasia’s voice rings out, indicating that she and probably the two other thugs were already here, waiting.
Fuck, this bitch was sick enough to actually want to sit here and watch TJ and his friends ruin Denali. But could I expect any less from someone who was willing to use their own child as a pawn?
“Before that,” Anastasia continues, beginning to move. “We should get some pictures for her loving husband.”
As she speaks, I feel something metallic against the skin beneath my shirt. Soon, I feel it beginning to be cut open, and once it falls on either of me, she goes for my bra.
‘Kinky,’ I giggle to Anna. ‘Looks like she really wants to see what a real woman's body looks like.’
‘You’ve got issues.’ Anna sighs.
‘Maybe.’
Turning my attention back to the world around me, I wait while Anastasia starts to work on my skirt. As her blade moves, growls of excitement escape the goons around me, and it takes everything in me not to grimace.
When she finally finishes, cold air presses against my skin, and I know that now is the time for her goons to attack.
Bring it. I growl inwardly.
Instantly, I feel it—the bed sinking in on either side of me and hands pressing against my skin.
Show time.
Snapping my eyes open, I move, grabbing the goon on my left by the wrist and pulling so that his head slams into the one on my right. As growls of shock escape them, I kick out, connecting my foot with the one who is slowly creeping his way between my knees.
Taking advantage of their shock, I jump up and attack, landing on the back of the one to the right and grabbing his chin. With a swift twist, I feel his neck snap and then release, so he crumples to the bed beneath me.
Looking around, I take in the shocked expressions of the other two, but they aren’t my main target. Instead, the person I’m most concerned with is the bitch who is attempting to escape.
“Not so fast.” I snarl, surging forward and pressing my hand against the door she is attempting to open. “How can you leave when the fun is just beginning to start?”
“W-who?” Anastasia gasps, her eyes trailing along my body. “You aren’t…”
“Denali?” I finish for her. “Yeah, I guess you really should have paid better attention.”
Grinning, I grab her by the hair just as the remaining two goons come toward me.
“If you want to play, play with her.” I huff, using her as a human bat to knock the goons backward. “She is the one who put you up against me.”
Growling, the goons straighten themselves out and begin to move again, but before they can reach, I’m throwing Anastasia against them so that all three go crashing to the ground.
Taking advantage of their distraction, I move, using my body to pin all three to the ground while my hands clutch at the goons’ faces.
“Don’t move,” I warn as they attempt to attack. “Otherwise, I’ll rip your fucking faces to shreds.”
As if testing whether or not I would actually do what I said, one of the goons moves, and before the bastard can even try something, I rake my claws along his skin, being sure to split his fucking eyes along the way.
“AH!” He roars, bucking in agony.
“I warned you.” I shrug, preparing to repeat my movements. “Stay the fuck still until my buddies get here.”
\[Rosco’s POV\]
I stand still, staring up at the old building in front of me, while William paces frantically. So far, we have been standing here for about fifteen minutes so that Elise has enough time to properly take down the enemy.
“You’re giving me a headache.” I sigh, grabbing William’s wrist and stopping him. “Do you not have any faith in the woman you plan to take back to Crystal Fang with you?”
“Of course I do.” He snaps, yanking his wrist free. “But I don’t trust those bastards who captured her.”
“I think they’re in more trouble than Elise.” Marty laughs. “That woman is a bit of a freak.”
A freak. Well, I guess he was right. Elise was crazy, and if anyone were responsible for this mission going south, it would most certainly be her.
“Maybe we should move.” I murmur, suddenly feeling uneasy.
“Aw, are you worried about your sister-in-law?” Marty asks, eyeing me. “And here I thought you hated her.”
“I’m not.” I snap. “I’m worried she won’t leave us anyone to question.”
For a moment, Marty and William don’t speak as they exchange a look due to what I said, and when their expressions fall, I know that I could be right.
“Fuck!” I growl, beginning to move. “Fuck the plan!”
I couldn’t just stand here while Elise killed anyone who could tell me what the fuck Roger was up to. Even if I ruined everything, I would bring someone out alive.
Quickening my pace, I rush up the many flights of stairs while honing in on Elise’s energy. When I arrive at the room she is in, I kick the door open and then let my gaze travel around until I find her on the ground, holding not only two of the men but even Anastasia down like it was nothing.
One of the men groans in agony as his face freely bleeds, but the other looks to be fine, as does Anastasia.
“Wasn’t there three?” Marty asks, taking in the scene. “Where did…oh.”
Frowning, I turn my gaze in the direction of his to find one of the men sprawled out on the bed, unmoving.
‘Seems she killed one.’ Fabian chuckles. ‘I wonder what he did.’
As if hearing Fabian’s words, a roar of rage escapes William, and before I can stop him, he is moving, grabbing Elise, and wrapping his arms around her.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand, taking in Elise, who isn’t moving.
It doesn’t take me long to figure out what it is that he is doing, as I realize that Elise is completely bare aside from her underwear.
“Oh,” I growl, looking at the freaks on the ground. “So this was what you intended to do this whole time.”
Feeling anger spike through me due to knowing this was meant to be Denali here instead of Elise. I move, crushing one of the bastard’s faces with my foot.
“Don’t you fucking move.” I warn the others and Anastasia as they look up at me. “Not until you’ve told me every fucking thing I want to know.”