A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(118)

Colin helped Brett drag dead Angus toward the flat where Avery had been staying.

Rory looked down at his brother. He probably should have just killed the bastard, but Rory had plans. His brother was into BDSM. It would be good to see how he liked a little torture. Liam had taken him to his first club. Rory rather thought he’d done it to try to teach him some control and to give him a safe outlet for his sadistic tendencies. He pulled a length of rope from his bag. The trouble was, Rory didn’t want a safe outlet. He wanted to be able to kill the occasional girl just for grins.

Killing a woman was the right of a powerful man. He would take that right with Avery, and he would make his brother watch.

He hummed a little as he bound his brother’s hands behind his back. Liam had always liked a little rope play. Perhaps not like this, but then Liam wasn’t calling the shots now.

He turned his attention to Avery. Sweet, dumb Avery. She was going to wish she was dead before he was done. He would certainly kill her eventually, but she would beg for it first.

Should he rape Avery and kill her in front of Liam? Or rape Avery and then kill Liam?

Choices, choices. It was the kind of thing a man had to rely on instinct to decide. He wasn’t going to make the decision now. He had a couple of hours. He wanted to play.

“You want me to tie the girl up, boss?” Colin asked.

“No. She’s not a threat. I’ll keep her in the car with me. The dose we gave her should keep her out until we can get back to my house. You’ll drop us off, make sure my brother here has a nice seat, and then I expect you to get to the airport and make sure everything is ready. We’re leaving for Dubai tonight.”

He’d already shifted money around. Not all of it, of course, but enough to get by until the Lachlan Bates deal came through, and then he would allow Nelson to get his little business into the Middle East and he would be set. It would be safe to kill Nelson then.

Colin lifted Liam up, tossing him over his shoulder.

“Throw him in the trunk.” He didn’t want to be anywhere near Liam, but Avery was a different story. He lifted her up himself. She wasn’t a lightweight, but then he’d never liked a skinny girl. They died too fast.

She really was quite pretty. It was too bad she turned out to be such a whore.

He sighed and kissed her cheek. She was limp in his arms. She would be a bit of fun before he killed her, a way to pass the time until his flight took off.

He followed his men down the stairs and to the waiting car.

The night had just begun.





Chapter TwentyOne


Liam kept his head down as he came to a bleary consciousness. He wasn’t sure what his insane bastard of a brother had shot him up with, but he would bet it was ketamine. It was what he would have used. It was a veterinary tranquilizer that wasn’t too hard to get if a criminal had the right contacts.

He forced his breathing to stay even, his body to relax. He opened his eyes slightly, thankful he’d let his hair get a bit too long. Carpet was under his feet, and not cheap carpet. It was a rich red and looked to be Oriental. He very carefully tried to move his arms. Rope held him tight. His hands were behind his back, and he seemed to be sitting in a chair. Was anyone behind him? Was it safe to start on the ropes? They were tight, but he could force his hands to work. He just needed to find the knot.

And Avery. He really needed to find Avery. He couldn’t see her from here, and he couldn’t hear her. Was she still out? How much time had passed?

A deep voice filled the room. “I can see you moving, brother. I haven’t completely forgotten my SAS training. You might as well open those eyes wide and see what I have for you.”

Dread curled in his stomach. Was she already dead? If Avery was gone, then he would have one job in the world to do. He would make sure his brother suffered. Then he would find and kill the traitorous Mr. Black, Eli Nelson—whatever he wanted to call himself. He would be dead.

Liam brought his head up, the world spinning just a little. Even as his eyes focused, he could feel the knot. Rory had always been lazy. He’d left the knot where Liam could manipulate it. It wasn’t a mistake Liam would have made. The pads of his fingers started to work it. “Nelson was a distraction then?”

Rory sat behind a large ornate desk. He’d ditched the contacts, and his deep green eyes showed through. Their mum’s eyes. “He’s my partner. He has been from the beginning. When we realized you and your crew were here, he obligingly provided me with the distraction I needed to take care of you. He’ll take care of your team, of course.”

Would he? Nelson didn’t have the firepower to take care of Ian and certainly not on the streets of London. Nelson was cool as a cucumber. He wouldn’t do a damn thing without planning it out. And why did Rory think Nelson hadn’t known about them? Nelson had sent out his calling card and practically invited them to come to England.

Who was the real distraction?

And where was Avery? He couldn’t just ask the bloody question. Rory was a sadist of the highest order. Liam had tried to curb the tendencies, but he’d failed. If Rory knew how much he loved Avery, it could mean a long, painful night for her.

“You worked with him on the op that nearly got me killed.” It wasn’t a question. Liam knew the answer, but he needed to keep his brother talking. He had to get out of the ropes and figure out where Avery was and if he could save her.