The Sweetest Kill (Morales' Cartel #1)

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//Song-- Brother by Kodaline.

"You don't look too happy to see your sister, Hunter," sitting on a chair, crossed legs, Margarita was cleaning her pistol, looking back at Hunter, she resumed, "here I thought if I will save you a trip to that club, you will lick my feet." Huffing out a bored breath, she stood up and leisurely walked up to him.

"What do you think of my little gift? Kiss your mama thanks." Her dark eyes twinkled and her lips were set in a mocking smile.

Pure hot blood wrapped around his head and it took every cell of his being to restrain himself from strangling her. This bitch fucking knew! She knew they were planning to escape. Of course! This was the Morales cartel he was talking about, they owned the whole fucking Mexico. And, nothing could escape their eyes. But Hunter was discreet at every step, from buying wigs to finding a man who had made them fake IDs, he was discreet at each and every fucking step. Then how in the world they got caught again? He couldn't believe it was the third time he had let Isobel down. He couldn't allow himself to look at her when she was standing mere inches away.

"Stop the drama. Just name your punishment and get over it." The lazy smile on Margarita's face didn't disappear. Instead, she looked at Isobel who was held down by five guards. Her face was downcasted, the brown hair veiling her face. Her whole body was shuddering. Hunter clenched his fist tight, his nails were digging deep into his skin hoping to feel the pain, Isobel was going through.

"Isobel-"

"Don't fucking touch her. I will do everything you ask me to do. Just leave her out of it. None of this is her fault." Hunter shouted, the crack in his voice was apparent.

"No! Margarita wait! Not my brother this time. Please I beg you. I-I will do anything." Isobel looked up. The tears had drenched her face.

"Margarita. Leave. Her. Out. Of. It." Hunter pressed his nails more tightly into his palm as he gritted the words through his teeth.

Margarita threw back her head and started laughing hysterically, "Damn! I never thought it would be this entertaining. Relajarse, no one is getting a beating. Well, except. . ."

A guard brought a naked, shivering girl and threw her at Hunter's feet. He could scarcely make out her features but she looked around his age. Her bareback was a living terror, it was as if he was looking at his face on her back, only it was more brutal and more gruesome and her entire body was trembling relentlessly.

Hunter's throat parched and the numbness scattered as he realized the implications of his promise of doing 'anything'. He stared at Isobel, she looked so vulnerable and innocent under the hands of five burly men. But a second glance at the woman on his feet left the breath out of his lung. He had never hit women in his life and he didn't want to change that either.

"What are you waiting for? Whip her." Margarita's voice was emotionless. She could have asked for a cigarette in that tone.

"Why?"

"I am bored. Terribly." Sitting back on her chair, she chuckled, "I am feeling a bit generous today so I have decided to give you a bit of a choice," pausing for a breath, she went on, "either whip her or these men are going to have a lot of fun tonight and we all are going to watch it. Including you, Hunter."

"No! Hunter, no! Don't hit her. Margarita, it was all my plan. Please, I am really sorry. I promise this won't happen again." Isobel cried. Her tears had started spilling more furiously.

"Either this girl or her. Pick your choice, Hunter."

"Hermono, listen to me. O-One day or the other I will have to go through t-this so why not now? Please don't hit her, Hunter, I am begging you. She already has gone through enough." Her wild cries continued to harden Hunter as he picked up the whip and clasped his hold around it.