“Here he comes,” Tat said, and they all looked toward the hallway and saw Hook. He wore a hooded sweatshirt, and his face was like stone.
“Hook.” Spartan said his name, and others greeted him. He gave a chin tilt and then looked at everyone.
“We appreciate everyone’s help with this,” Hook said to them.
“Whatever is needed were here. We have men working on finding out where Torch is now. Got a hit on the flight he took with a private jet. That jet was listed owned by an Emir Loucon,” Spartan told him.
“An Emir? What the hell?” Rossi asked.
“Probably a high roller who placed a bet. Maybe see where that Emir is staying while in Vegas. Could lead us faster to Torch and his location,” Hook suggested.
“We’ll take of that, Hook. What’s your plan?” Tat asked him. They all looked at Romano’s brother.
“All I can do is train and get ready for this fight.”
“Well, we’ll do the other stuff. We’ll find out where Torch is holding Merica hostage, and we’ll get to her. We’ve got a plane gassed and ready to go. We’ll get organized, and we’ll figure it out. You go kick that Cajun’s ass,” Romano said to him, and the others nodded.
A little while later, when everyone was gathering supplies and stocking the plane, searching for the Emir and working on things, Romano walked into the locker room where Hook was getting his shoes on.
“You just about ready?” he asked him.
Hook looked up at him. “I don’t know if I can win.”
Romano was surprised.
“Because you’ve been out of the ring?”
“Because I don’t have that same cold-hearted hatred I had before.” He stood up and rubbed his beard.
“Merica changed all of us, man. There’s nothing wrong with that. We need to focus on getting her back though because I don’t trust this guy Torch.”
“I don’t either. He won’t just hand her over if I win. I didn’t doubt that he’ll kill her if I lose, but then he knows I will hunt him down and kill anyone in my way of killing him. There has to be another plan.”
“We don’t know what that is, but seems to me that winning is your only option here. That Cajun is talking shit.”
“I figured as much. Made a call to an old friend and got some video on that Cajun. I’ll watch it on the plane. Study him and know how to handle it.”
“Good. I’ve got all the confidence in the world in you, bro, and so do the others.”
“Are they pissed about this? I mean blame me for Merica being taken like this?”
“Hell no, they blame Torch and this idea that he has forced you to fight again illegally. They’re pissed but determined. We’re good at what we do, Hook. You focus on winning that fight, and we’ll use our abilities, our connections, to find Merica and save her.”
“I wish I could do that with you.”
“You can’t. Your job is to win. To fight to the end so we can get her back. Are you ready?”
* * * *
“Fuck yeah,” he said, and Romano pulled him in for a hug and slap on the back before they walked out of the locker room and into the hallway. Flick, Captain, and a bunch of other fighters were there to cheer him on and wish him luck.
“Bring my sexy bookkeeper back to me in one piece. I broke that printer on purpose just to watch her bend over it,” Flick teased as he hugged and gave a back slap to Hook.
“I’ll kick your ass if you hit on her,” he said.
“Just teasing, man. I know she’s yours, and when you get back, we can sign that partnership together and she can work right here helping out with the books where you can keep a constant eye on her, with my help of course.” He winked.
Hook shook his head, but it was something to consider. After this, if they got Merica back, things would change forever.
* * * *
Merica couldn’t even see through the veil over her face. Just figures, and the fact that she wore only panties and some kind of pasties over her nipples in sequins really pissed her off. But her hands were behind her back restrained, and Torch had one of her arms and Logan had the other. They had seen her naked, and it angered her. There were two women, one in a hijab got her ready, but it didn’t cover her face. She and another woman dressed Merica in some sort of light flowing sheet, with large wide arms to put her arms through, which was white and trimmed in gold sequins. The other piece was placed over her head and in black, and she had difficulty walking. She wore heels, also decked out in sequins, and as they brought her out of the hotel through a private back entrance and into an awaiting vehicle, she thought about trying to run.
“Don’t even think about it. Your destiny lays in my hands,” Torch told her. He had warned her for hours about showing respect to this Emir guy. That any verbal outburst would be handled accordingly and it wouldn’t be pretty. She was stuck now on the ride to wherever they went.
When they got to their destination, some sort of private hotel with an entrance off the strip, she assumed, because there was no one in sight. They guided her into the building and to an elevator.
“Are we set with the flat-screen TVs?” Torch asked.
“Yes and the food and everything. He’s impressed already.”
“Excellent.”
They entered a long hallway, and at the end were double doors and two men standing there with guns guarding it. They looked at her, but there wasn’t much to see. As they entered, they greeted several men, and there in the corner standing was one very tall, attractive man with a belly and loads of gold jewelry. He wore a sash across his waist in gold, and his eyes went right to her.
“Bow,” Torch said, and she refused. The hand came up behind her and forced her head lower.
“She is in need of discipline, Emir,” he told him.
“The way I like a new pet who needs training,” he said, and she felt sick, outraged, so when he reached for the veil and pulled it gently from her face, she saw his eyes widen and then a smile form on his face.
“Stunning. You’ve outdone yourself this time, Torch.” He stepped closer and stroked her jaw as he looked down into her eyes.
“You are quite beautiful. Let’s get comfortable. When the fight is over, we’ll go back to my room and your first lesson will begin before we leave in the morning.” He licked his lips. Then he stroked his hand down her jaw, over her breasts, and she couldn’t slap his hand away with her hands bound behind her. When he cupped her breast, she gasped and tried stepping back.
“Remain still or else,” he commanded.
“Fuck you,” she said, and he looked shocked but then chuckled.
He looked at Torch. “You weren’t kidding.
She didn’t expect the hard blow to her stomach as the Emir struck her there, making her fall to her knees in pain. He gripped her hair.
“Hope you learned your lesson.”
Torch helped her up and over to the couch. Emir sat next to her and began to run his hand over her thigh above the material of the gown.
“See-through. Excellent choice.”
She realized why the men, the guards, were staring at her body as well as the others in the room. The gown was see-through. They could tell she wore panties and stickies on her nipples. Oh God, please help me. Please.
* * * *
“We got a location,” Tat yelled out to them.
“The fight is starting,” Ricci said to him.
“We move into position and there won’t be any place for them to run. We surround the place and make our move as the fight finishes up,” Spartan stated.
“Okay. This is it. How secure is the building?” Rossi asked.
They started to go over the details.
“Men on the perimeter then inside and on the main floor, a full top-floor suite.”
“So how do we get in, Vaccaro?” Hans asked.
“What do you think, Greco?” Vaccaro asked and smirked.
“Looks like we need our climbing gear. We’re going through the windows. O
oh Rah!” Greco yelled out, and a series of replies echoed around the room.
* * * *
Hook stared at his opponent and knew this wasn’t going to be an easy fight. The guy had a good ten to fifteen pounds on him, but from watching the videos, Hook new he had his weak spots. Hook glanced to the right, could see that Romano and the others were nowhere to be seen. He hoped that meant they’d gotten a lead on Merica’s location. He was worried. The bell rang, and the sparring began. The Cajun came directly at him.
A slide to the right a hook then jab to the jaw, the Cajun ducked and came around with a hit to Hook’s side. It hurt like a son of a bitch and warned him he wasn’t exactly trained and prepared for this. His focus was on Merica and getting her back to safety.
He countered, and The Cajun struck again and again. He needed to change his approach, get his head in this fight and not focus on Merica and what was happening outside of the ring. The crowd was cheering then booing as he pulled back and made The Cajun work to fight him. He got a warning from the ref then came at The Cajun with a right, a left, then a kick to the side of the head. The Cajun fell back, slammed against the cage, but then quickly recovered. The Cajun roared and then ran at Hook, and Hook countered with a right hook, hit him in the jaw, and his head went back then came forward. He thought it was a good hit, but The Cajun kicked Hook in the ribs. Hard.
They went back and forth like this for the next round. The bell rang for the second time. Had he stalled enough? Was this enough time to find Merica and win the fight? He didn’t know, and as The Cajun roared in anger and came at Hook hard, Hook feared for Merica’s life and thought about why he was here and what this cage signified. He was no longer a prisoner in his own mind, his failures and losses. He was a man, a man with a woman and a family he loved and would do anything for. He’d fought to be uncaged, and today would be no different.
He came at The Cajun with a newfound force and power. A right, a left, then a jab to his jaw. The Cajun couldn’t even counter. He went to tackle Hook, and Hook countered and wound up on the mats, on top of The Cajun, placing him in a chokehold. He somehow got out of it, and they scrambled for top position. He took a few hits to his ribs, his side, and then his face but then countered over Cajun and put him in a hold that could break the man’s arm.
“Tap out! Tap out or your fighting career is over,” he yelled in his ear. The man roared, not wanting to give up, but eventually, as Hook applied more pressure, The Cajun tapped out, and the fight was called. The crowd went wild and cheered, but Hook walked out of the cage, shoving open the door, feeling that restricted sensation against his chest and throat disappear, his focus now on getting Merica back.
* * * *
“Yes!” Merica exclaimed as Hook won the fight and the room erupted in excitement. She was free, and Torch would let her go. She turned to look at him as he nodded to the Emir. Torch was already on the phone, smiling wide. “Millions. Fucking millions. Hook did it, and now Castle will be begging for a rematch.”
“And our deal is complete, correct?” the Emir asked, with his two guards taking position in front of Merica by the couch.
“Yes. She is yours. Enjoy her,” Torch said, and the Emir smiled and then nodded toward the guards.
“To my bedroom,” he said to them, and they reached for her and pulled her up.
“No! No. I’m not going. This isn’t right,” she screamed and tried pulling from their hold, but her arms were still bound behind her.
They dragged her from the room and down the hallway. The guards shoved her to the rug in front of the bed.
She looked around them. There was no place to run to.
“Remain by the door in case she tries to escape,” he said as he undressed. When he pulled off his shirt, there were scars everywhere and a knife in his waistband of his weird pants. He stalked toward her smirking.
“Don’t resist your destiny, Merica. I am quite the vivacious lover and you will be more than satisfied.” He cupped her cheeks then pressed his mouth to hers. She struggled to get her wrists free. Felt the binding burning her skin as it tore from her trying so hard to get free. Tears fell, and she was determined to not be raped. To not let this man succeed. She struggled to gain her footing as he pulled from her mouth and reached for the material of the gown she was forced to wear. As he lowered his head to go under her dress to perhaps taste her breasts, she shoved her knee up hard, hitting his nose, and then she fell back to the bed and kicked him with her foot, sending him backward. She ran toward the door as other sounds, yelling, gunfire, erupted in the other room. She felt the dress being pulled from her body and torn away. She looked back and a bloody-looking Emir was roaring in anger. He struck her, and she fell back as suddenly the glass shattered. A knife was at her throat, his arm around her waist. The door burst open, and her men and others were, guns drawn. Greco had a gun with a red laser pointed right at the Emir.
“Let her go or die,” he commanded.
The Emir chuckled.
“I think it is her who dies.” He lifted the knife, about to slit her throat, but his head shot back.
She screamed out as the knife cut her chin as the Emir fell backward. She screamed and cried until strong arms wrapped her up tight and pulled her away from the scene. She was hysterically crying while Greco held her close along with Romano, Rossi, and Ricci. Someone cut the ties on her wrists, and she felt the intense pain shoot up her arms and into her shoulders.
“Call Hook. Let him know we got her. She’s safe and alive,” Romano said.
She could feel Greco’s heart racing, and she squeezed onto him, onto all of them, as they caressed her body and the chaos continued around them.
“It’s over, baby. Let’s go,” Romano told her, and she kept her head in the crook of Greco’s shoulder as they all headed out of the hotel suite and let the others clean up the mess.
Torch was in handcuffs, cursing and threatening to kill her when he had the chance and to kill Hook. As she passed him by, she pulled from Greco’s arms and slugged Torch in the nose, breaking it, and kicked him in the crotch.
“That’s for taking me away from my men,” she said, shaking. Romano pulled her away as the men chuckled, and then she held on to Romano and Greco as they headed out of the hotel room and to safety.
When they finally got to the hotel where they’d booked a room to stay for the night, she waited not so patiently for Hook to get there. When he finally walked through the door, she ran to him, white gown flowing and jumped into his arms. He was battered and sore, but he squeezed her tight and started kissing her. She kissed him right back, and he carried her farther into the room. He set her feet down, and she pulled from his mouth.
She reached up. “Are you okay?”
He stared at her chin.
“I’m fine. It was you I was worried about. What’s this?” he asked about the cut on her chin.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
He reached out and pulled on the sheer white gown. “And this?”
“Something the Emir wanted me in.”
“What?”
“We’ll explain later,” Romano said to him.
“You’re shaking, baby. Are you sure that you’re okay? That they didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m fine. I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters. I need you. All of you.”
“I need you, too.” He lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom.
“We all do,” Greco said, and Hook set her feet down on the floor and began to undress her.
“Wait. Maybe I should go change.”
“Why?” You’ll be naked, and so will we,” Rossi said, and they stripped quickly. All five of her men, naked and sporting their sexy bodies and those thick, hard cocks.
“It might upset you.”
“What?”
“What’s underneath here,” she said.
“No, none of it matters,” Greco said.
She shrugged her shoulders and slowly lifted the sheer material up and o
ver her head.
“Holy fuck,” Rossi exclaimed.
“Pasties?” Hook said and slid a thumb along her nipples.
“And what the hell kind of panties are these?” Romano asked and started to slide them down her body.
“Expensive ones. Custom I think. Maybe even real gold.”
“Goddamn, I think we may be doing some roleplaying, baby,” Hook teased and lifted her up, lowered her down to the bed, and spread her legs.
She gripped his hair as Ricci and Rossi began to feast on her nipples and play with the pasties before tugging them off.
“Oh!” she exclaimed and felt her pussy cream.
“Fuck yeah. Put those on the list,” Romano said.
“I brought this,” Greco said and tossed a tube of lube on the bed.
“Seriously Greco?” Romano asked.
“My leader always told me to be prepared,” he said, and they chuckled as she lay on the bed and they feasted on her body then made love to her together.
Hook eased up and replaced tongue and fingers with his cock. He slid right into her cunt, gripped her hips, and watched her breasts bob and sway while Rossi and Ricci held her hands above her head.
She cried out her release, and Hook followed. “I love you, baby, and I love being free with you,” he said.
“I love being free with you, too.”
He pulled out of her pussy, and Rossi lifted her up into his arms and kissed her deeply. Behind her, Ricci lay on the bed, and Rossi placed her on top of his waist, and she immediately took Ricci’s cock up into her cunt. She gripped his shoulders and leaned down to kiss his lips.
“I love you,” she said to him when she released his lips.
“And I love you,” he said, gripping her hips.
She felt the cool liquid press into her ass, and then Ricci’s mouth was against her neck as his fingers slid into her asshole.
“I love you, and I love this ass. I can’t wait to get you home.”
She closed her eyes and exhaled as she rocked her hips until Ricci pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with his cock. He slid right into her and she thrust and rocked until she came again and both men followed.
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