Page 68 of Coffee & Cuffs
“Not a sound.” Victor Munoz pressed the barrel of the gun harder against Sam’s forehead.
He whimpered involuntarily before his instincts kicked in and he tried to slam the door closed.
Laughing, Victor pushed Sam back into the house, following as Sam hit the floor. Sam stared in horror. The only other time he’d seen Victor Munoz had been in the coffee shop when the cartel leader had attempted to kidnap Caden. Now the evil man was pointing a gun at him!
“Baby? You okay?” Carson called out.
Shit! His Daddy! Sam opened his mouth the scream at Carson to run but Victor crouched down and slammed his hand over Sam’s mouth. Like that was going to stop Sam. He bit down on Victor’s hand then yelled.
Carson came rushing into the entry with a towel in his hand.
Victor backhanded Sam and he slammed back against the ground again before Victor lifted him by the neck.
Sam tried fighting, kicking, and scratching but Victor’s hold was too strong. Carson had stopped with his hands up in the air as Victor picked him up and held Sam with his back to Victor’s chest. The arm around his neck tightened.
“Let him go. It’s me you want,” Carson said calmly.
“We both know that me hurting your boy will hurt you more than anything I can do to you. I would have thought you’d have learned after the last boy you loved died.”
Carson’s mouth tightened and fire burned in his gaze.
Sam continued to struggle but Victor was too strong. Why was he so strong?
“Back up,” Victor ordered as he waved the gun in his hand around.
Carson took several steps back and Sam was dragged along with Victor. They returned to the kitchen where a big pot of soup simmered on the stove. He could smell the garlic from the soup but it didn’t settle his stomach. Instead, he wondered if that was the last thing he’d ever smell. He didn’t want to die.
Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes.
“You got me in here. Let him go.” Carson set the towel on the counter. “This is between me and you.”
“But it’s so much fun to play with pretty boys like this.” Victor brushed the gun against Sam’s cheek.
“If you touch him again, I will kill you with my bare hands,” Carson threatened. He even bared his teeth at the cartel leader.
As inappropriate as it was, Sam was a little turned on by the possessiveness of Carson’s tone.
Victor laughed. “I should have killed you the night you came after me. Or the day after. I never should have let you leave.”
“That was your mistake.”
“One I won’t make again.” Victor raised the gun and pointed it right at Carson’s chest.
“No!” Sam tried to stomp on Victor’s foot. Tried to elbow him. To do something to save Carson but nothing he did helped. This couldn’t be happening! Why? Why now when Sam was finally happy? Tears fell down his cheeks unchecked.
“Shoot me then,” Carson said. “But you better hit my heart because if you don’t kill me instantly, I will kill you and I will make it hurt.”
Sam could tell that Carson was getting ready to charge. It was in the way Carson’s gaze kept flickering to him and the ground.
“You might be crazier than me, my friend,” Victor taunted.
“I am not your friend,” Carson snarled.
Sam took a deep breath in preparation for what was to happen. He needed to get out of Carson’s way. His Daddy was trained for this and Sam so…wasn’t.
All three of them froze when tapping started.
Carson frowned, moving to the side although he was trying to keep Victor in his line of sight as Sam looked toward the kitchen window. Victor jerked against him and that fucking arm tightened further.