Chapter 33

The front door flings open, and Samuel stumbles backward into the foyer. Two massive walls of men walk through the now-empty doorway.

"The boss has a few things to discuss with you, too, Cora." A tall, dark-haired man comprised of nothing but muscles stalks toward me. "You don't get to just walk away from the life she's provided you with."

His enormous paw wraps around my arm, and I wince in pain as squeezes me. He yanks me into his side, and I slam against him with a thud.

"Get your fucking hands off her." Samuel shoves the man holding me, quickly pulling me into his arms when the huge paw releases its grip. "She's not fucking going anywhere."

"The boss wants her back," the dark-haired man snarls.

Wrapping his arms tighter around me as though they are a shield, Samuel rebuts, "And I told your boss I'd pay. Whatever she fucking wants. Cora's done with that life."

I swallow hard at his words, having no idea the lengths that Samuel is willing to go to keep me.

"I work for her." I vehemently shake my head, "She doesn't fucking own me."

Both the men laugh at my apparent naivety. I've told myself for years I could stop whenever I wanted, but anytime I tried, she always dangled one more job before me. One that was always too fucking good to walk away from.

One like Samuel's.

So focused on the man before us, neither of us realize that the other has made his way behind us until he's pressing the muzzle of a gun to Samuel's temple. His voice is dark and terrifying as he says, "If you want us to go easy on her, and you don't want to watch her bleed, you're going to let go."

Samuel reluctantly loosens his embrace, and the dark-haired man wastes no time pulling me against him. His free hand pulls at the sheet covering me as his fingers roam down my body.

"Don't you fucking touch her," Samuel growls as the blond with the gun wraps an arm around his throat and presses the muzzle painfully hard against his temple. It digs into his skin, and his face contorts in pain from the pressure.

"Just curious if she has a golden fucking cunt under here. Is that it, sweetheart?" the dark-haired man snickers as his hand finds my bare pussy. "The amount of money the boss turned down to get her back. It must be fucking magical."

Futilely, I fight against his hold, but he only squeezes his thick arm tighter around me as he presses his finger into me. Pulling it from me and bringing it back to his face, he pauses to look at the wetness on his finger before sucking it into his mouth. "Tastes like any other whore's cunt if you ask me."

"You Motherfucker." Samuel fights against the man holding him. Rage is coursing through his body. His nostrils flare, and I see the darkness in his eyes that chills me to my core. "I'll fucking kill you."

The dark-haired man pulls the sheet from me and lets it fall to the floor, leaving me naked before all of them. I can feel the boss' men's eyes hungrily roaming over my body, but Samuel's stay locked on my face.

"If you didn't like that." I can feel the dark-haired man undoing his pants behind me as he speaks, and I know what's coming. "You're going to fucking hate watching me see if it's her ass that's so fucking special."

Tears stream down my face, and I scream as he shoves me against the entryway table. The rough edge of the marble agonizingly juts into my hips as he forcefully bends me over the narrow table until my face hits the wall. I fight against him, but he's too fucking strong.

Feeling him press between my ass, I see Samuel jerk violently from the corner of my eye. His head snaps back, and the gut-churning sound of a bone breaking fills the room. Blood pours from the blond man.

"You son of a bitch." He whacks Samuel against the side of his head with the gun. "You fucking broke my nose."

It draws the dark-haired man's attention enough that he stops trying to shove himself into my ass. Instead, he pulls me back and slams my face into the marble with such force that it cracks. Blood flows down my face, the force of the fall reopening cut on my cheek.

Done with me—at least for now—the dark-haired man puts away his cock and lets me fall to the floor. I crumple against the hardwood floor, and everything is hazy as he storms toward Samuel.

"She's a fucking whore." The dark-haired man pulls a switchblade from his pocket and flips it open. "You should've just given her back."

Without hesitation, he lifts his arm and thrusts the knife into Samuel's chest. He grunts, and crimson immediately spreads across the white shirt.

"Samuel!" I scream his name as his eyes go wide from the pain of the knife being pulled from his chest.

"Shut that bitch up!" the dark-haired man shouts before shoving the knife into Samuel's gut. The darkness in his eyes dims as he falls to the floor a few feet from me. Blood pools around his body as he stares at me.

"I'm sorry," he mutters as his lids flutter, and his eyes fall shut.

"No!" I wail as the blond lifts his foot, everything going black the moment it hits my face.