Sweet Retribution (Rydeville High Elite #3)(69)

I recall the intel the team has built on Denton. He’s a descendant of one of the founding fathers from Alabama and the most prominent elite member in that state. He runs a global engineering firm and is a big philanthropist with strong connections within government and politics. He’s a formidable force, so it’s no surprise Father has aligned with him. Uniting our families through marriage is a smart elite move, and it will boost his profile to have both his children married to the offspring of founding fathers.

The Alabama connection sparked fireworks inside me, and I’ve been trying to uncover evidence of any ties with my deceased aunt or Wesley Marshall, Cam’s uncle, but so far there is nothing connecting them.

But it can’t be a coincidence they are from the same state.

Both men ogle me, and bile collects in my mouth. I frantically scroll through my mind, grappling for options to get me out of this, because it seems obvious I’m on my own here.

“Don’t worry, Mathers.” Christian slaps him on the back as Denton removes the last of his clothing.

Charlie’s muffled screams are background noise as he thrashes about in the chair. His eyes are trained on Christian, and Christian is staring at him with a smug look.

“There are plenty of good times ahead,” Christian adds, grabbing his cock and pumping it slowly as he smirks at me. My stomach heaves, and I can’t believe after all our planning that I am still here. We knew something like this could happen, but we thought we had covered all our bases.

In the end, it was far too easy to get to me.

I work hard to fight the trembling overtaking my body. My chest tightens, and I’m struggling to maintain my composure. The prick notices too, grinning as he moves toward me. “Open your mouth nice and wide, Abby.”

I do the only thing I can—I hesitantly open my mouth.

“Good little slut,” he says, pumping his cock faster, and I almost puke all over the place. When he’s close enough, with his cock all up in my face, I make my move, shoving him forcefully in the stomach as I simultaneously push to my feet. Christian stumbles back, slamming into the desk, as a string of expletives leave his mouth. “Get her!” he roars as I race around the desk, fumbling with the layers of my skirt with shaking hands. Trent rounds one side of the desk while Denton comes up on the other side. Christian straighten ups, pinning hateful eyes on me as he stalks toward me.

Charlie kicks out with one leg, hitting him in the shins, and he goes down, hollering. I’m not sure how Charlie got one leg free, but I hope he figures out how to untie the rest of the binds because things aren’t looking too hot back here.

Trent makes a grab for me, and I dart back out of his reach. A ripping sound echoes throughout the room as the side of my corset top comes undone. “You’re not getting away from me this time, Abby. I’m going to fuck every hole until you bleed.”

“Come here, you little bitch,” Denton says, just as I finally manage to wrangle my knife free.

I brandish it in front of me. “Don’t come near me, or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Trent laughs, and mirth flashes in Denton’s eyes as they slowly inch toward me on either side. I’m trapped, and they fucking know it. One on one, I might stand a chance, but outnumbered like this, I’m a sitting duck.

I slash at the layers around my legs, watching bits of taffeta drop to the ground, and then, I jump up onto the desk, evading both sets of arms that make a grab for me. Clearing the other side of the desk, I race toward the door and I’m almost to it when a hand snags my ankle. The knife flies out of my hand as I lose my balance, crashing to the floor, face-first. Ignoring the splintering pain ricocheting through my skull, I angle my body and reach for my gun the same time I’m spun around onto my back.

I don’t stop to think. I aim the gun and fire, and Denton emits a loud roar as the bullet embeds in his thigh. Blood oozes out of the wound, flowing everywhere, and he pins me with murderous eyes. Christian crawls up my body, and I aim my gun at his chest, pressing my thumb on the trigger just as it’s yanked from my hand from behind. I hadn’t noticed Trent creeping up on me, because I was too concerned with the two men in front of me. The gun goes off, the bullet lodging in the wood paneling.

Denton is howling in pain, clasping his hand to his thigh, trying to stem the blood flow. Christian straddles my hips, placing his hands around my throat as Trent empties the gun chamber, tossing the gun and the remaining bullets on the chair to his left. “You really shouldn’t have done that, Abby. You can’t shoot a high-ranking elite and expect to get away with it,” Christian growls, squeezing his hands tighter around my throat. Black spots mar my vision, and all I can think is he’s going rape me and kill me.

My fight instinct kicks in, and I buck my hips up, trying to throw him off, but he’s too heavy and my body’s panicking, my lungs constricting as my oxygen supply dries up.

“Move off her,” Trent says. “You promised me I could fuck her first, and I can’t get to her with you sitting on top like that.”

Christian slides off me, still keeping his hands around my throat, as Trent moves to my feet, smiling smugly as he traces his fingers up my legs.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX


Kaiden – a few minutes earlier





“Get the fucking door open, Drew!”

“I’m fucking trying,” he shouts, his fingers punching in the code again. “He must have changed this code. Shit.” He rests his forehead against the wall.