HIS LOVER☑️

Chapter 4

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We are back to Cara's POV

I am never going to win this war, that should have been clear from the start. The Nickel won a long time ago. Quinn should been the one tied on such a chair, by me. I am the one that should be torturing him, not the other way round. I am bearing all his sins. Just like how my father went to jail because of his father's wrongs, and he died because of him.

Peter emerges from a small opening that leads to unknown secret place. He is talking on the phone.

"You underestimated your importance to Quinn." Peter says after he ends the call.

I roll my eyes with little interest.

"Lucky me." I say sarcastically. I am surprised he is actually going to save me. For a second, I imagine he is going to come and join Peter in torturing me. I shake the thought away, it is his fault am here.

"You are quite the snack." He threads filthy hands onto my hair. I am both terrified and disgusted by his touch and closeness. He moves further to caress my cheek, his thick coarse thumb roughly trace my lips. I wince in pain when he presses harder on the part he hit me few hours ago. " The magic this lips can do, Do you want to find out?" His hand starts to work on his zipper. At that moment I wish I was a fetus and coil in my mother's womb and sleep safely.

The zipper open fully and his cock spring out to plain sight like a caged bird that is set free." I know you want a taste of this." He waves it to my face. And I shake my head in fear. He forcibly pushes his dirty thumb with  unclipped nails through my sealed lips. "Suck it bitch!" He yells at me. I don't as instructed. His thumb has a salty taste and am not ready to suck all the germs it carries into my system. "I said suck it!" He repeats. I don't even pretend to try, I move my head vigorously to get rid of his thumb that has invaded my mouth. He raises his hand and his knuckles come into contact with my cheek. The force pushes my head backwards as pain travels throughout my face.

"That's enough." unfamiliar voice says and I sigh in relief and spit venomously when Peter removes his thumb from my mouth.

Suddenly a group of armed men walk in. They are armored with guns ready to go to war. Quinn has no idea he is walking into a trap. The devil's son, Peter, tricked him. They have no intention of letting him leave alive.

They are all in dreadlocks, they look like they belong to a cult. They cast me scornful looks as the walk into the furthest corner of the warehouse. Peter joins them after he has tucked his cock away in the  circle they have formed as hush voices are only what I hear no matter how hard try to strain and hear what they are plotting. Minutes later they chant unknown words or prayer. It is hard to tell which is which. They disperse, I assume they are about to take positions and wait to attack.

Peter's burner phone rings again. He gives me a toothy grin as he answers.

"Good to know." He ends the call.

"Your lover, the local Robin Hood, has arrived."

"He is not my lover." I state, my cheek and neck are sore and stiff.

"You slept with him, yet you are not the woman he was to marry." He loads his gun. "Lover is a decent word for a whore, which you are."

After he is done, he walks behind me and frees both my hands and legs. "Stand up," He commands.

I can't feel my legs, I have been tied to a chair for hours. Peter, grabs me by my shoulder socket and jerks me up. I feel a joint dislocate and yelp in sheer pain. He walks behind me, pushing me like a cow being led to a slaughter house.

I except it to dark when we walk out, it is dawn. The sun is rising. It feels like I have been held captive for month but by the looks of things is just a night. I look around, we are at a vast deserted area. No matter how hard I scream am sure no one can hear it. There are countless empty warehouse and rusty containers mounted on each other.

I turn to what is ahead of us, Quinn. He is here, he came for me. I am almost relieved, almost being the word before I replay what I have been through,because of him.

He takes a quick tour up and down my body. He is far but I can't miss his sharp intake of breath.

I look around and realize, he came here alone and unarmed. They are going to attack him like hungry voluters. What the hell was he thinking?

"It is a trap, get out of here." I shout at him.

"Shut up." Peter punches me on the left cheek.

"Son of a bitch!" Quinn makes a move trying  to rush to our side. However, Peter is quick to point a gun on my head. "One more step and I fucking blow her brains out." He warns him.

My heart is beating so fast, pounding against my chest wanting to fly out. If I don't die from a gun shot, I will probably die of a heart failure.

Quinn stands and lifts his hands from his side. An indication of surrender.

"Do you have the money?" Peter asks.

Quinn nods, "It is in my boot." He says. "I am going to reach for it." Quinn attempts to walk towards his car.

"Don't move." Peter warns. "Mac!" He shouts.

A well built guy, with body made of comparted muscles, appears behind us. "Get  the money." He says loud enough. "Kill him after." He whispers.

I look up at the containers to check if I can see where the rest of the gang is hiding. I don't catch a glimpse of any.

I look where Quinn is, he looks very confident for a man who came to a war, alone and with no weapon. Mac walks over to him. Quinn opens the boot for him. I watch crossing my fingers. Quinn is no match for Mac. He is too huge.

"Confirm the cash." Peter yells at Mac.

Mac, places the bag at the hood of the car. No sooner  he opens the bag than something explodes. Mac staggers back, trying to clear his eyes. Quinn moves in a inhuman speed and jumps on Mac.

Mac struggles but Quinn manages to tame him, by choking him. "Let her go or I snap the neck." Quinn threatens.

"I am the one to call the shots" Peter says.

"I don't think so."Quinn states as he twist Mac's neck and he falls down with a thud.

"I am going to shoot her." Peter warns as he sets his gun ready to fire. "There is no way out, you are sorrounded."

Quinn looks up and let's out a hefty scoff.

"Cara, in one; two, three..." My palms are sweating. Quinn may see this a ego stroking moment but I am seconds away to peeing on myself. I have nothing to live for, but that doesn't mean I want to die from a gun bullet. "Duck!" Quinn shouts. My body moves fast than my brain, Peter is caught off guard and I easily slip from his rough grip.

Something hot passes on top of my hair. Peter's body is detached from mine and he falls. My legs are shaking, I can barely move. I stare down between my legs and I realise am standing on a pool of blood and Peter is dead.

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