Page 27 of Draven
Moretti shows his teeth, his top lip curled back. “So, you did bring this hot piece of ass for me?” He flashes a quick glance in Louise’s direction before returning his attention to me. “I mean, after you, she’s probably desperate to be fucked by a real man.”
Don’t react. Do. Not. React. Focus on the long game.
Taking my phone from my pocket and calmly placing it on the table is right up there with one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I deserve a fucking medal for stopping myself from wrapping my hands around Moretti’s neck and squeezing until his eyes pop out of his head. Louise, on the other hand, puts in a stellar performance. She even yawns loudly, her point rammed home with the precision of an Olympic javelin athlete.
I could kiss her.
As soon as we get out of here, I will kiss her.
I open my contacts and scroll down until I find Pavel. Tapping on his name, I put the phone on speaker and wait for him to answer. He does on the first ring, as agreed.
“Hey, my man. How’s it hanging?”
“Pretty good,” I reply. “You got your eyes on the prize?”
“My eyes, my hands, and very soon, my dick.”
I snicker. “And the others?”
“They’re all here. Just waiting on a go.”
“You got enough for all three holes?”
“Yep. And a spare. You know, in case we get tired and all.”
The group of men gathered together with Pavel laugh. Louise shifts in her seat. Don’t react, sweetcheeks. Keep doing what you’re doing. The second my conversation with Pavel began, she sat up straighter, her gaze flicking between me and my phone.
Moretti is still clueless, but he won’t be in about five seconds.
“Put her on.”
A scuffling sound followed by a woman yelping comes over the line, then Pavel’s rasping tone. “Don’t fucking try me, bitch.”
“Please,” comes a pleading voice. “Don’t hurt me.”
Moretti reacts so fast he could have been tasered. He yanks on his chains, his eyes wild, darting, unfocused.
The sound of a punch is followed by a piercing scream, and then, “Franco, help me, please.”
Hearing his wife’s terrified voice launches Moretti into action. He goes crazy, foaming at the mouth, jerking and yanking at his restraints. Veins pop in his forehead, and his neck strains. The cop on watch moves fast, clamping a thick forearm over Moretti’s chest, forcing him back into the chair, his superior strength and freedom of movement quickly subduing the prisoner.
I watch through half-closed eyes with an almost bored expression on my face.
“Draven.” Louise’s tone holds a warning, a worried tremble vibrating the timber of her voice.
I shoot her a glance, my message clear: trust me.
Her lips seal into a thin white slash, but the barest dip of her chin acts as a silent “Okay.”
“Oh, yeah,” Pavel says. “I gotta say, Draven, she’s got a pretty cunt, this one. Unlike the last bitch I had to tame. Yep, very nice indeed. I’ll enjoy fucking her until she bleeds.”
A slapping sound comes over the line as if he’s struck the woman’s ass. Of course, I know that’s bullshit. Octavia would chop off Pavel’s hands if he dared.
“Motherfucker, I forgot the lube. Guess I’m going in dry. Hold her down, guys. Spread her legs.”
More scuffling, more laughter, followed by a woman’s bloodcurdling screams.
“You motherfucker!” Moretti screams. “I’ll fucking kill you!”