Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)(34)

Damn it. He started to move up the hall. Now he knew where two of the three were. It was Fain he was worried about. Where the hell was he?

He was going to knock Fain out. He wouldn’t kill him because killing was far too good for that *. No. He would knock him out and then he would set up his own torture palace because the shit he would do to that man would last for years. Years. It could be his happy place. When he wasn’t slowly flaying the man alive and feeding his flesh to a cage of rats, he would leave Fain behind all tied up with My Little Pony videos playing constantly.

Yeah, that would work. He’d babysat Carys one night and all the kid wanted was some weird show about diamond unicorns and purple ponies that had deeply disturbed him. Violence and ponies. He would show Fain how it was done.

Throw in some Bieber to sleep to and Fain’s life would be hell on earth.

But everything was going to be okay because he would deal with the situation. Michael would make a move. Michael Malone might have a gun pointed at him, but Case was sure he had the situation in hand. Hutch, for all his sarcasm and laziness, wasn’t exactly an easy target.

It would all be okay because Mia was locked away and being a good girl for once. Now all he had to do was find Fain.

And hope Hutch could figure out how to fly the plane. He was good with a helicopter, but Case wasn’t sure he’d flown a plane lately.

Damn. He needed to tell Michael not to kill the pilot. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since Hutch had flown a jet. He spent most of his time flying helicopters. Case didn’t fly anything so he wasn’t sure if there was a big difference. He wasn’t willing to take the chance.

Where would Fain be?

“Don’t hurt them. Please.”

He stopped. She wouldn’t. She didn’t. No. That was some kind of echo or maybe the wind rushing through the plane and he had Mia on the brain. Yeah, that was pushing it.

“Look, I’m here. I’m willing to go with you, but you can’t hurt my friends.” The sound of her voice dispelled all his dreams of her still being in her safe place.

He was going to kill her. Spanking was too good for her. He had to come up with something horrible, truly awful, that would teach her a real lesson and still leave her ready for sex because he was so going to have that. Yeah. She would spend the rest of her life being his sex toy. That would show her.

“Don’t move, Taggart.”

Nope. He was going to kill her. He would leave her with Fain. Tie her up right in the old Pain Palace, shove an exotically lubricated plug up her hot ass, and let her beg for forgiveness because she was the reason Fain had gotten the jump on him.

Mother f*cker.

“Just shoot me now, Fain.” It would be way better than having to explain to his brother that he’d been too busy thinking with his dick to live. It would never end. Ian. Sean. All his teammates. They wouldn’t let him live it down. Death was way easier.

“I’m not going to shoot you.” Fain’s voice was tight. “I want to talk. Tell me you killed the * who came looking for you.”

If he died, Big Tag would just hire some psychic to find a way to torment him endlessly in the afterlife. Besides, he had a sub to spank and a brother to save. No way he was letting that mission go.

Maybe it was time to take a cue from his sub and take the situation back into his own hands. Case kicked back hard, catching Fain right where he’d planned. He turned just in time to watch the f*cker go a pasty white.

Unfortunately, the dude had been well trained and he didn’t take a knee. He kept his very professional-looking Colt aimed right at Case’s head. “You *. I’m not with them.”

“Why would I buy that?”

“Because if I was, you would be dead,” Fain explained, his eyes tight. “Hell, when we get out of this, I’m thinking about killing you anyway. Get it through your thick skull, Taggart. I’m one of the good guys. Why else would I have told you I thought the flight attendant was sketchy?”

He did have to give him that one. He likely hadn’t been trying to make his job harder. And he’d been brought in at the last minute. How could the kidnappers have known Case was going to act like an * and Mia would need a bodyguard?

Maybe it was time to show a little trust. He lowered his weapon. “Sorry.”

He wasn’t.

“Sure you are.” Fain shuddered and tried to stand up straight. “Tell me that’s not Mia out there giving herself up to the kidnappers, and please tell me there’s not a third dude walking around waiting to blow our heads off.”

“Nah, took him out in the bedroom.”

“You did it quietly. I don’t think anyone realizes he’s dead.”

“Hard to scream with a nail file in your neck.” That would teach him to cock block Case Taggart.

“Why isn’t Mia hiding?”

He was not taking the blame for that one. “I stashed her someplace safe. I have to assume this is all about that announcement.”

Fain rolled his eyes. “Like Malone would let that happen. We need to be more worried about not putting a bullet in the plane and figuring out how to land this sucker. Autopilot will get us to Colombia, but it can’t land the plane. We need the pilot alive. How good are you with knives? I found a set back in what looks like a gourmet kitchen. Why couldn’t Drew Lawless keep an armory?”