Banger’s Ride(141)
When her torturer’s smooth hand found her genitals, he rubbed his finger up and down, tugging at the light hair on her dry lips. Lifting his head, he stared into her watery blue eyes. With a cruel smile, he brought the stun gun up to her breast and zapped her. Unbearable pain ripped through her body, and she screamed. Laughing without humor, he zapped her again. Her delicate body convulsed, her mouth went dry, all her muscles tightened, and as she was reeling from the pain, the monster grasped one of the dildos and shoved it into her private parts. Searing pain shot straight through to her head as her hymen broke. As she cried out, he jammed the dildo in her even harder and deeper.
“I’m going to fuck every hole you have, slut!”
When he forced the dildo higher, Hannah realized she was going to die. She knew her last moments on Earth were going to be agonizing, and all the things she wanted to do—fall in love, finish college, have a family—would never happen. She was going to die on that dirty mat in a cold warehouse, and her damaged and bruised body would be the last image anyone would see. Terror’s icy fingers seized her; she didn’t want to die. The agony came in torrents, and she longed for the torture to stop. The pain numbed her brain, and darkness took over as Hannah slipped away.
* * *
“What do they mean, they lost the pre-raid photos?” Cara said.
“That’s what they told me. I quote, ‘The pre-raid photos have been misplaced,’ end of quote,” Asher answered.
“That’s a crock of shit! Maybe these photos were ‘misplaced’ because they don’t show any ammo on the table pre-raid? Dammit!”
“I know, boss. It sucks.”
“It more than sucks. I need to get those pictures. Neither of us believes this bullshit story, right?”
Asher nodded. Cara threw her legal pad across her desk. All of her suspicions of a frame job were confirmed. This was bogus. She had to get a hold of those photos.
“I think I’ll give Josh a call.”
Asher raised his eyebrows. “Do you think you should start that up again?”
“Josh and I are friends. We haven’t been romantic since before law school, like, seven years ago.”
“He still carries a torch for you.”
“Even better, because I need his help. Anyway, I’m hooking him up with Sherrie. She goes for guys in uniforms.” Cara picked up the phone.
“I thought she liked the bartender at the biker bar.”
“She’s moved on. He was too busy gawking at all the girls. I’ve got to call her. Ugh, I’m too busy.”
“With the biker boys.”
Cara rolled her eyes. “Make yourself useful and follow-up on the DNA testing in the Osman case. He goes to preliminary hearing in three days.”
Laughing, Asher left Cara’s office to start his work. Cara smiled to herself, thinking how she’d lucked out with Asher as her legal assistant. He was a perfect match for her personality.
Cara dialed Josh’s number. “Josh, hiya, this is Cara. It’s been a while, but I have a huge favor to ask you.”
* * *
Hawk, rubbing his pulsing temples, cursed under his breath when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Opening the door with a towel around his waist, he motioned for Banger to come in. The president entered the small room, sat on a cushioned chair by the window, and looked out at the hints of yellow dotting the mountains. “Fall’s comin’ early this year.”
Hawk grunted. “I don’t think you came here to take in the view. What’s on your mind?”
“I thought I’d be interrupting a pussy session.” Hawk stared, stone-faced, so Banger continued, “I guess I should be wonderin’ why you ain’t eatin’ pussy right now. Shit, there’re ’bout four whores downstairs who are dyin’ to be ridin’ your cock. What the fuck?”
“You came all the way up here to find out if I was fuckin’ a slut? Why aren’t you fuckin’ one of them?”
“Already did.”
“I’m tired, that’s all.”
“Is it? The lawyer bitch did a good job. I didn’t think she could do it.”
“Why not? She’s smart and she knows her stuff. She’s way better than that crook, Les.”
“Why you callin’ Les a crook? He got us the licenses for the dispensaries and we’re making a shit load of money, legally.” Banger laughed aloud. “Remember what a pain in the ass it was when the club was dealing in illegal drugs? The badges were always snooping around, especially in Denver when the brothers would do pick-ups or deliveries. Now, the club’s making a ton of money by growing and selling weed. We live in a great state! Fuck, it’s too sweet. We’re pulling in millions, and it’s all legal. No more dealing crack and smack. It’s fuckin’ ironic.”