Luka
How fucking dare he?
Anger started boiling inside me.
I wanted to hit him.
I wanted to beat him so badly that he would never be able to say another damn word about my family.
What the fuck did he know?
What did he know about hybrids?
What did he know about me?
How the hell did he think he had the right to say any of that?
"Y'know," he said thoughtfully, "foxes are basically wild dogs, ain't they? Heard you sluts are willing to get laid with anyone. Even other guys... Am I right?"
He let out a low chuckle.
"That's how you reeled in that rich asshole, Montclair, wasn't it?" He clicked his tongue. "Wonder if he would've still been backing you freak hybrids if he'd known what was gonna happen to his old man."
What the fuck was he talking about?
"Eh, screw it," he went on. "No point wasting time. If you're so damn flexible, so eager to spread your ass for anyone, we might as well kill some time and have ourselves a little fun while your buddies are on their way."
My stomach twisted at his words.
I pulled harder, trying to push him away.
Bam.
He punched me in the stomach.
A metallic taste filled my mouth.
I tried to spit it out, but the damn tape stopped me, and I had to swallow it.
I wanted to throw up.
"You'd better stop moving... be a good boy." He laughed. "That's exactly what filth like you exists for." He lowered his voice. "Actually… I think it'll be way more fun if you get to see with your own eyes what we're about to do."
He ripped the blindfold away from my eyes, and I squinted against the light. For a moment, I couldn't see anything.
While my eyes struggled to adjust, he grabbed me by the back of my clothes and threw me against the boxes.
"Yeah, this place will work pretty well," he said, laughing cruelly. "Get comfortable, little fox."
Fuck.
I had to do something.
Anything.
Because I knew what this bastard was planning to do to me, and I wasn't going to let him touch me.
With my hands still tied, I started feeling around everything nearby, searching for anything I could reach.
I needed to find something to protect myself.
A nail.
A piece of wood.
The man in front of me, who turned out to be human, stepped closer.
He began to unbuckle his belt as he walked slowly toward me.
I tried to move back, but there was nowhere to go.
He reached for me with one hand, closing the distance between us inch by inch.
I pulled my tied legs closer to my chest and drove both feet straight into his chest with every bit of strength I had left.
The kick caught him completely off guard.
He hit the floor hard and rolled several feet away from me.
"AGH! You fuckin' little piece of shit!" he snarled through a fit of coughing as he struggled to push himself back up.
But no sooner had he gotten back on his feet than I heard a noise right outside the door.
It was a howl.
Kazuo.
It... it was Kazuo!
The doors flew open, crashing against the walls with a deafening bang.
Kazuo stormed inside, breathing heavily. He looked like a wild animal and seemed even bigger than usual.
Edward was standing right next to him, dragging the beaten-up guy along—most likely the one who was supposed to be standing on watch.
"Oh, look at that. Your little rescue squad finally showed up," the bastard said, still coughing. "Just in time, guys."
Edward looked at the guy standing there with his belt undone and his fly half-open.
Then his eyes shifted to me.
I was lying across a pile of boxes, tied up, my mouth sealed with tape.
Something in his face changed.
I had never even seen him angry before, let alone furious. But now he was clearly boiling with rage.
Edward shoved the guy he'd been dragging toward Kazuo and charged straight at the bastard.
Everything happened so fast.
One second, he was standing beside Kazuo.
The next—he was straddling the asshole, driving punch after punch into his face.
One.
Then another.
And another.
For a second, I thought he was going to kill him.
The guy's face turned into a bloody mess.
I started struggling against the ropes.
Knowing there was no way I could stop Edward myself, I looked at Kazuo, silently begging him to do something.
Right then, Michael and James rushed into the room.
Michael stopped for a split second, taking in the scene.
"Get Luka loose! I'll handle him!" he shouted to James before sprinting toward Edward, who was beating the living hell out of the asshole.
James ran straight to me.
He ripped the disgusting tape off my mouth, and I sucked in a deep breath.
Finally!
James reached for the ropes, but before he could untie me...
Bang!!
A gunshot echoed through the room.