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Dark Boundaries(13)



“He tried it with Riza, but I stopped him. Chase wouldn’t let him close to Kelly. It’s Kristine. You weren’t here and he won’t stop!”

When I notice the door to Kristine’s room standing wide open, I break into a run. Reaching the door, the scene unfolding in front of me brings me to a standstill. I notice the lock has been shot off.

Eric is standing over Kristine where she’s lying in a heap on the floor. He is fisting a belt which he lifts high over his shoulder, bringing it down on her back with a loud crack. She’s covered in red welts.

Eric grins at Cathy. “I’m gonna beat this whore to death if you don’t bend over and take my dick like a good little slut!” He raises his arm high, and then lashes Kristine again. She groans painfully and tries to drag her body away from him.

A burst of adrenaline washes through me. “What the fuck!” I shout. “Get the fuck away from her. What you do with that one is your business, but you don’t touch what’s mine!” I grab the belt from his hand and throw it into the hallway. “Get the fuck out of here!”

“You took the easy one. It’s not fair man. Why do I get stuck with the fat slut?”

“We got them, we choose,” I growl. I’m taller than Eric. If a fight has to go down, I know I can take him.

“I don’t want the fat one. I’ll go get me another one.” Eric’s face contorts with disgust. I don’t realize what he’s doing until it’s too late. He takes a gun from where it’s tucked into the back of his pants. The shot is earsplitting in the small space. Cathy’s body jerks back with the impact of the bullet. Shock vibrates through me. It’s not that I haven’t seen someone being killed before, it’s the fact that she’s innocent.

Eric walks closer to her, looming over her as she sucks in ragged breaths, her eyes already glazing over. “You should’ve listened,” he sneers down at her before pulling the trigger again, this time shooting her in the head.

“Oh God,” Justin whispers from the open door. “What the fuck have you done?”

“She was mine to do with what I wanted. The next bitch will listen.” Eric stalks out of the room. “Did you get me beer and peanuts like I told you to?” he yells from the kitchen.

I walk out of the room and close the door behind me. When I walk into the kitchen, I go straight for the drawer. The man is fucking crazy. Someone who has no feelings can be dangerous to us all, and this whole operation. We need men who will keep their calm and do as they’re told.

Eric’s back is turned to me, while he’s digging through the bag. I take a knife, the biggest one and not giving myself time to second guess what I’m about to do, I lunge for Eric. The knife sinks into his neck, as if it’s slicing into melted butter.

He falls to his knees, blood gurgling up his throat. For a moment I feel guilty, but then I reassure myself that it needed to be done. We can’t afford to be busted and kidnapping more women will only give the police more leads to find us. I did the right thing.

He falls face first onto the dirty kitchen floor, gurgling his last breath.

Chase and Justin just stare at me. I roll my shoulders to rid myself of the tension.

“We are here to do a job. Bill said we have to train the girls, break them in – not fucking kill them.” I grab hold of Eric’s foot and start to drag him outside. “We do as we are told. Now get back to work.” I yell over my shoulder at them, “Bring the dead girl.”

I take Eric’s body outside, to the compost heap in the back. Once Justin throws Cathy’s body next to Eric’s, I set it all on fire. “What’s done is done, let’s get back to work.”

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Chapter Eight



Kristine~

My skin feels like there are flames licking every inch of me. I’m too scared to move. When that man shot Cathy, I thought he would shoot me, too. My heart is still fluttering like a caged bird in my chest.

When fingers brush softly over my back, it hurts like hell and I flinch away. I didn’t hear someone come in after Justin came to take Cathy’s body away. I was hoping they’d ignore my existence for a while, give me time to gather myself.

“It’s okay,” Garrett whispers. “It’s just me.”

Ha! Like that makes any difference!

He helps me up, using his body to keep me standing. I have no strength in my legs to stand by myself. That man beat all my strength out of me. I’m so thirsty from all the crying. I can’t remember when last I ate or drank something.

“I’m going to take you to the showers. We need to clean you up.” His breath stirs the hair that’s sticking to my face.