28
Casey
My kidnapper toed me awake again, and I bit back a moan against the damn pain. At least the fucker hadn’t gagged me.
“Wake up you cunt. It’s almost trade time.”
Trade time?
I groaned and shifted, the rough concrete scraping against my thigh. f**k, was I cold.
“Guess you were the right tasty morsel to take—they agreed to our trade. My boys are on their way to get our guns, and while I’m supposed to slit your throat before leaving, I think I want a taste first.”
“f**k you,” I managed to rasp through the sharp pains in my ribs.
“Oh, I’m going to—cunt and ass.”
My a*s clenched on its own, and the sudden need to pee almost overwhelmed my bladder. “They’ll gut you—it’s only a matter of time.”
“We’ve got men, too, Casey Dawes. A new g**g, and we’ve got big guns, too. No one ste
