Page 29 of His Toy
Neil nodded and grabbed up his laptop, opening it and typed in the password to the tracking system as Zack glanced over his shoulder.
“Gideon found her phone already,” Zack said as the trackers lit up on the map.
“I’m not tracking her phone.”
“What did you do? Put tracking chips in her jewelry?” Zack asked seeing the number of items lit up at the house.
“Her shoes,” he admitted, and Zack’s brow lifted in surprise. “Brooke knows about them, agreed to it. We figured if her brothers ever tried to grab her up, they’d ditch her phone, her purse, wallet, and most likely her jewelry, but shoes are another story. She’d need shoes to get into a car or onto a plane.”
“Which means the ones at your house are clearly not what she was wearing, and if she’d showed up at the office, she’d have called you and Gideon by now,” Zack said, and Neil nodded. “So, the one at the docks…”
“Is where they have her,” Neil stated, turning his phone back on, not certain how it’d gotten turned off but that didn’t matter this instant, before calling Gideon to meet them at the warehouse.
“Do you want the cops involved or not?” Gideon asked.
“Not,” he answered as they headed out. He would kill the bastard Matthew if he was involved. No one was going to hurt his woman—especially not the way that lowlife would do it.
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A sharp smack to the face brought Brooke out of her grogginess. Her eyes blinked trying to adjust to the dim lighting around them. Before she could make out where she was or who was with her, another smack landed to her cheek, and she bit down on her tongue to stop from letting out a single sound.
“Ah, she’s awake finally,” the deep voice from earlier said on a devious laugh. “Now the real fun can start.”
“Who put you up to this?” she questioned as he came into view, a long-tailed whip in his hands.
“Who do you think?” a new voice mocked, making her stomach drop.
“Brandon…I should have known. You can’t even get your hands dirty to save your millions, can you, you pathetic piece of shit,” she tossed at him, hoping to make him angry enough to keep the other sick bastard away from her. “Too fucking lazy and too scared to break a damn nail?”
“Or maybe we just don’t want to touch your nasty ass,” another person said, and she let out a silent groan hearing Bradley’s voice. “These people here filled us in on what your supposed husband gets up to, and how he ruined them. Seemed fitting to let them ruin you to get back at him.”
“And we’ll find out just how big of a whore you really are,” Brandon added leaning down towards her where she was tied to the chair. Anger fueled her and she spit in his face making him rear back as it dripped onto his shirt.
“I’ve never been and will never be a whore. You’re nothing but a fucking excuse of a man, I’m amazed you even wipe your own ass.” Brooke was prepared for the hit, but it didn’t land as Bradley pulled him away.
She glanced at the other two and let out a scoff. “You honestly think they’re going to give you anything? Why do you think they won’t touch me? They know if their DNA is found anywhere near me, they’ll be implicated. You do anything and it’ll be your DNA they find, you idiots. You already showed up trying to interfere in my marriage Janet, it wouldn’t be that far of a stretch to think that you were behind what happened to me, especially when it comes out that you hate my husband. There’s no way you’re getting away with this.”
“By the time they find you, we’ll be long gone,” Matthew crowed, flicking the whip towards her legs. A couple of the tails sent little stings to them, but it was nowhere near what he was capable of Brooke was sure.
“They’re not going to pay you. They’re too selfish for that,” she warned, doing her best to control her breathing as the man moved closer to her. A hard jerk on her hair pulled her face upwards, and Janet smirked down at her, shoving something thick into her mouth.
“No one wants to hear you, bitch,” Janet said, laughing as she struggled to dislodge it.
“Get rid of her quickly, send us the proof when it’s done and you’ll get your money,” Bradley said, pushing Brandon towards the doors.
“I’ll finish her off, but it won’t be quick. Make Neil suffer longer knowing just how long it took her to die,” Matthew said with another dark smile that sent panic straight through her.
She tried to slow her breathing but the instant the tails of the whip landed, tearing at her flesh, it was hopeless. A half scream slid up her throat and she tried to stifle it, resulting in the cloth in her mouth sliding further down it.
A second and third hit landed before her brothers were even at the doors and stars filtered through her vision. The pain was wicked, meant simply to hurt, and she curled her nails into the arm of the chair, holding on as best she could.
A fourth hit fell along her legs, and she couldn’t stop the scream from sounding this time. The cloth muffled it some but not enough and Janet laughed behind her, pulling her head further back again.
“This is nothing. Wait until he gets out the cat, then you’ll really scream,” she mocked, and Brooke shut her eyes, hearing the snap of whip.
There was no pain and she looked up, her heart racing as Neil’s face came into view. Her breathing was ragged around the cloth, and she coughed as he pulled it out, his hands wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’m so sorry we didn’t get here faster,” he added softly to her as screams sounded behind her. Groans came from behind Neil, and she let the tears fall as he lifted her into his arms, holding her close.