Mark’s footsteps descended the basement stairs. “Emma? I’m coming to help you, babe.”
Pure panic surged through her. c*m was pouring from her p***y and ass running down her thighs in thick streams. Jax and Marcus moved with deadly calm. Jax pressed a finger to her lips then pointed to the small basement window.
They had seconds.
Marcus quietly opened the window while Jax lifted Emma through it like she weighed nothing. She dropped barefoot into the backyard bushes still in her c*m-soaked honeymoon lingerie. The two men followed right after pulling the window shut just as Mark reached the storage room door.
Emma’s phone buzzed in her hand a text from Mark: *Where are you? I’m in the basement.*
Jax grabbed her arm. “Car. Now.”
They sprinted across the dark backyard hearts pounding. Emm
