Yule Tied Up (Verona Falls University: Christmas Story)

12. Dom

CHAPTER 12

Dom

The rage building inside me is incandescent. I’ll kill this piece of shit slowly and painfully. I’ll cut his balls off, fry them up, and make him eat them.

Mack is red-faced and ashamed. She shouldn’t be. She just saved our lives, and that freak is eating the fucking carrot. He moans around it and licks it, clearly getting off on eating her juices. That’s when his other arm drops slightly, the gun lowering enough that I take the risk.

I don’t have time to think, not really. My body just reacts. I run at him, hitting him hard and taking him to the snowy ground.

He makes a choking sound and drops the gun under him as I pin him down. I hope he’s got that fucking carrot wedged down his throat, the sick freak.

Tino reaches for the gun, but an ear-splitting boom has us all freezing in place.

“Now, now, now, boys,” a strange male voice growls. “Better get off my brother, here.”

I raise my head, rage and fear vying for control, and turn to find a second man, who has a gun aimed right at Mack’s head. Her eyes are wide, and it’s the first time I’ve seen real terror in her gaze. I can’t bear that, because if she has a bad seizure from the stress while out here, she’s too far from medical help.

I stand with my hands up to show I’m not a threat and clench my jaw. I recognize the asshole with a gun to her head. “You?”

“Yeah, me. Think I didn’t notice that little show you sick freaks were putting on in the back of my wagon?”

It’s the horse and wagon driver.

He hasn’t finished. “Think you can come here and disrespect our community that way? Think we’re just a backdrop for your sick games? Huh?”

I shake my head. They are clearly insane and can’t be reasoned with, but I still try.

“We’re sorry,” I say. “You’ve taught us a lesson, so how about we all go on our way now? It can end here. We will leave, and we won’t come back.”

He laughs. “Well, see, we could do that, but I think you were about to kill my brother, so how about … no.”

The cocking of the shotgun beside me and the cold press of metal against my cheek has me going deadly still.

“Why don’t we all get inside where it’s warmer?” He gestures toward the cabin with his free hand.

“Yes, good idea,” Tino says.

I widen my eyes at him. What the fuck? What’s Tino thinking? In there, we’re at a bigger risk than out here. Less room to maneuver and no easy weapons to grab, like the big branches and logs that scatter the land outside.

Maybe he’s worried about Mackenzie getting hypothermia or something, but I feel like we have bigger things to worry about.

We all march inside, tracking snow in with us, and I glance at Tino. His face is oddly calm. When we step in, the warmth is heavenly. The fire is roaring and the candles flicker, giving the scene a pretty glow.

Tino glances at me, and then flicks his eyes to the fire and the candles.

Oh, okay. I get it.

“You like public sex so much, well, now you do it on our terms and give us a show,” the driver says, interrupting my thoughts. “Then we’ll leave you good folk alone to enjoy your depravity.”

“How do we know you won’t kill us anyway?” Kirill juts his jaw, his eyes like ice. “I say we don’t do one more fucking thing you demand.”

“We have morals, and our word is our bond,” Fake Santa says. “Isn’t that right, Rory?”

I almost snort at the idea of this son of a bitch having morals after what he just did.

They aren’t going to let us live. Fake Santa used his brother’s name, and we already know Rory is the wagon driver. Within thirty minutes of them leaving, we could be at the police station in town. They’ve got to assume we’ll go straight to the law.

I take a huge risk. “We won’t go to the police,” I say. “We can’t.”

“Oh, and why’s that?” Rory asks, his smirk annoying as fuck.

“Because we’re not exactly legit businessmen.”

His smile falters. It’s good to see him afraid for a brief moment. I don’t want him too scared, though, because then he’ll kill us from fear of us hurting him, rather than fear we will go to the police. He takes me in, and then Kirill and Dom. I see him mentally adding things up.

His eyes narrow. “What are you? Mafia or something?”

“Or something,” I reply. “And our word is our bond, too, so how about this? We agree to give you a show if you don’t touch our girl, and after, you just leave?”

“Just leave? Just like that?”

I shrug. “You have the guns. I assume your car isn’t really broken down. Shoot our tires and we can’t come after you, even if we find our car keys. So yeah, it seems to me that you guys call the shots here. We want to live, you want a show … so we all get what we want, no?”

“Fuck no,” Kirill shouts.

I try to convey with my gaze to shut the hell up, I’ve got this, but his eyes are wild. I understand. He and Mack have been through hell, and he must be getting flashbacks to what happened before, but we can’t do anything right now. They have guns. They have the upper hand, but get them worked up, unfocused, horny as hell… well, they aren’t going to be thinking as clearly. Or at least, I hope not.

Rory’s jaw works. His gaze skitters to the door, and he half looks like he’s going to bolt, which would be great, but he’s also got a huge erection in his pants, clear as day. He and his brother might be all about telling us they’re punishing us for our sins, but they’re just dirty fucking weirdos who want to see some hot sex.

I’m hopeful they won’t touch our girl. After all, if they want to fuck Mackenzie, they can only have one gun on us at a time. Can’t fuck and aim at the same time—or at least, not well. We already took Fake Santa down when it was only him. It leaves them too vulnerable. So, that means they must console themselves with merely watching.

I have offered to do what they say because I need them distracted, and secondly, I don’t want Mack to have to do something sexual for them on her own again. If we’re all involved, then we all carry the shame. Not that we should feel any; it’s these sick fucks who should.

“Where do you want us?” Tino asks. “Can we stay near the fire if we’re getting naked, because it’s warm.”

“Yes, by the fire is good,” Rory grunts. He looks at his brother. “Eric, what do you want?”

“I want to see her treated like the whore she is. Get her naked and fill all her holes.”

Mack’s face twists, but I walk over to her. I grip her arm, hard enough to look painful, but not enough to hurt.

Whispering as quietly as I can, I say, “Trust me, baby.”

Her murmured, “Always,” is all the answer I need.

“Take your clothes off,” I order her with a shake of her arm. “All of them.”

She turns to me, shooting me hateful daggers that I know aren’t real, and she proceeds to strip off the remainder of her clothes. She uses her arms to hide her nakedness from the two strange men, though I fear it’s pointless. They’re going to get to see whatever they want, and the thought alone makes me want to rip them to shreds.

“You too,” Fake Santa, or Eric, commands, the white pompom on the end of his Santa hat bobbing. “Take your fucking clothes off, all three of you.”

“Maybe we should make them suck each other’s dicks?” Rory’s gaze flicks hungrily between us.

Eric laughs. “Or fuck each other.”

I don’t go that way, other than the rare time something has got a bit freaky between the three of us for Mackenzie. We’ve not screwed, though, but if it saves Mack taking all of the humiliation, I gladly will.

“I want to see her squirt again,” Rory says. “She’s so fucking hot.”

“Tasted amazing.” Eric licks his lips. “Maybe next time I should get to taste that pussy direct from the source.”

I want to tear his head off, but for now, I slowly take my clothes off. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed about my body, despite the scars that litter my skin. I got over that shit a long time ago.

I glance at the others. Mackenzie is clearly shaken, but she’s holding it together. Tino looks like he wants to burn down the world, but his self-control is strong. Kirill, however, I’m not so sure about. Out of the three of us, he’s the one I’m concerned might lose it and put us all in danger.