Free Midnight Sex Shop by T. A. Grey Page A

fierce passion. "Your powers of observation are
astounding, Sara." She almost smirked at her joke. Not the time or the
place though. Get out alive, then laugh.
    "Oh, fuck you. I can't
wait to off you. You've been nothing but trouble from the start."
    "Aw, so this isn't just
about Cade?" The light was searing her eyeballs, but she was able to
squint enough to see she wasn't at the club. Judging by the carpet, photos on
the walls, and sofa to the side it looked like someone’s home. "I didn't
know you had such bad taste in decorating. Someone like you I pictured hiring a
decorator."
    Sara scoffed and flounced
into view. "This isn't my place." Lina had to keep her gaze down, her
face turned away from the light blaring in her face. Sara's shadow moved, a
blur, and then Lina's cheek was burning with the sting from a slap.
    "I never really saw you
for the pussy fighting kind. I could have pictured bare fists though, or maybe
brass knuckles." Another hit, this time on the other cheek, and this time
she felt knuckles and scratches. The bitch wore rings. Lina shrugged like she
didn't feel it when in fact her cheek was burning hot like a sunburn.
    "If he didn't need to
talk to you you'd already be dead, whore. You might want to think on
that." Sara moved and the light was back in full force. She kept her eyes
closed and hung her head, using her ears instead.
    "No offense, but why
are you incohoots with him? He doesn't exactly look like your type, but then
again I've been wrong about a few things with you."
    A vicious hand grabbed her
hair and yanked it back. She couldn't stop the pained gasp that escaped between
her clenched teeth.
    "I help to get him the
girls, and I get paid. That simple."
    Cold dread entered her
stomach. She kept her voice light and calm. "Man, I've really mis-pegged
you. Little girls? Do you like to watch, too?"
    A disgusted sigh and the
hand in hair finally let go. "Watch him take the pictures, uh, no thanks.
I have better shit to do."
    "Like spend your
hard-earned money?" She bit her lip, probably shouldn't have said that.
Calm and cool, she chanted.
    Sara was saved from
answering though when a door opened and closed. Lina used her ears to pinpoint the
direction to behind the light shining in her face.    
    "You had to go and ruin
everything." She knew that voice. Darrel Krentsky.
    Lina spent the next minute being
intimately acquainted with his meaty fist. She did the only thing she could do and
breathed through her nose, letting her head roll with the hits to try to glance
the blows off. It didn't work too well though when she could barely see him.
She was wheezing hard when he stopped and she tasted blood in her mouth—a lot
of it.
    "Is everything already
taken care of with the girl?" Sara asked.
    "Everything's fine. Harry
has her now. But I'm afraid everything's not so good for you."
    Two gunshots exploded
through the air. The pops sounded like dynamite blasting close to her face.
    Lina winced, turning her
head in time to see the shadow of Sara collapsing to the floor. She wasn't sure
what surprised her more in that moment, that she wasn't surprised he turned on
her or that Sara didn't think he would.
    The light was flicked off
and she blinked to steady her gaze as he came into view. He didn't look nervous
now, just resolute. Lina tucked her thumbs into her palm and started pulling
and twisting her wrists through. The ropes gave just a little around her
wrists. She just needed a little more time.
    "So you're not married
I take it?"
    He barked out a laugh and squatted
down next to Sara checking her pulse. Lina worked her wrists, pulling, tugging
slowly. One hand came half way through the rope. Just had to get it past her
knuckles.
    "Nah, no woman. Too old
for me. I prefer them...younger." He turned to her and smiled; it was sick
and twisted. He left the room and Lina worked harder at her hands. There! One
hand was free, more wiggling and she had plenty of room to remove her other.
    Quietly she lost the