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TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(161)

By:Leah Wilde & Ada Stone




“I mean, if this mission had occurred just a few years ago, we’d be shooting everyone instead of leaving a few alive to make someone else’s job easier. Then, we’d take all the drugs and all the weapons with us,” I explained.



“Sounds like you’re finally coming to your senses,” Jorell said, chuckling.



“I didn’t say I wanted to do it that way, just that I remember a time when it was that way,” I argued.



“Fair point, but still.”



Several men stood on the deck with guns ready. They couldn’t see us in the dark. They looked around, dumbfounded, unable to find who had shot their comrade.



“I don’t see any of the guys we’re looking for,” I told the guys over the line.



“Maybe they aren’t here,” Ricky said.



“No, they’re here,” Jorell said. “A deal like this wouldn’t go down without leadership.”



“You’re right,” I agreed. “They’re probably inside. They probably just sent security out to try to stop us.”



“What’s the plan, boss?” Juarez asked.



“We take out security first. Then we wait and see who else shows up to the party. Keep your eyes out for the four most wanted and for Julia. We need to keep them alive,” I answered.



“It feels like the list just keeps getting longer. Why don’t we just grab the girl and go? Let’s leave them all alive,” Jorell protested.



“No, sir. One’s already dead. Leaving him as the lone casualty would be just as bad as leaving no one.” I couldn’t shake the urge, though, to just run out and start shooting everyone. If it had been up to me, Ivan and Dimitri wouldn’t get off the hook so easily with just a little jail time. I would have put bullets in every head until I reached them.



I gritted my teeth against my desire to give up on the plan and screw over the mayor. I wanted to show him we weren’t afraid. We could have been bigger than the mayor if we wanted to be, and if we went along with his plan, we would be one day. Or, we could do it the way we used to do it. We could take the power ourselves.



I closed my eyes and breathed. I saw myself walking straight into the yacht, down the steps to where Ivan and Dimitri sat with the other two guys we needed to keep alive. I saw the shocked look on their faces as I pulled out my gun and my knife, shooting one in the face and stabbing another in the gut until everyone died where they sat.



It certainly would have been beautiful, but it would have created a lot more struggle for us on the back end of all of this. Instead, I decided we needed to go along with the plan. We needed to secure the guys the FBI wanted. We needed to clear the other guys out. And we needed to take Julia with us when we left.



“Are we ready?” I asked everyone.



“Ready,” I heard each of them say in turn. It filled me with pride to know that these men were following me into battle against Ivan. Even if they disagreed with me, they were going to trust me enough to walk in behind me and put their lives on the line.



“What’s the plan again?” Juarez asked.



“Take out security. Look for the four we need to leave. Wound them so they aren’t likely to try to escape, but let’s leave them alive for the Feds. Got it?” I snapped.



“Got it. Let’s do this.” Juarez was ready. With him and Chase at my back, I knew we were going to be successful. My grip on my handgun tightened. I could hear the assault rifles my guys had as they got ready to strike.



“On my word,” I told them.



Time seemed to slow down. Ivan’s guards moved in slow motion, spreading out to secure the perimeter of the yacht in the dark. I didn’t see the night vision goggles on any of them.



Then, the lights came on, eliminating any shadows on deck. The water lit up a few yards out from the boat. Everything was suddenly visible, and that included us, all ten of us, crouched down with our guns, waiting for the opportunity to strike.



“Fuck.”





Chapter 31



Julia



Dimitri came back in, saving me from my wandering thoughts. Unfortunately, it meant having to deal with him again.



“What time is it?” I asked him, curious enough to finally say something about it.



“It’s about four in the morning,” he said. “It’s still dark out. That’s all I really know. I haven’t checked the time. Time changes when you spend as much time locked away in a cell as I did, don’t you think?”



I smirked. “I think it does,” I agreed. “It doesn’t feel like it’s that early. It doesn’t feel like anything really,” I added, realizing for the first time that my internal clock was on its own time. It wasn’t trying to calibrate with clocks, just with its own natural rhythm and timing. Also, I started wondering how long I’d been on the boat, and if Dimitri ever slept. Surely sleep changed with this sort of detachment as well.