A chill runs up my spine and sweat beads across my forehead. Pain radiates through my head, followed by blurry images of being tied to a table, a single overhead light, and red hair moving in front of me as someone rides my c**k. Shaking my head, I step back and grab the table behind me, squeezing my eyes shut as another chill runs through my body.
"Shamrock," Dire says, his voice laced with concern. "You good?"
"Yeah, yeah," I say, shaking my head again. "I'm good."
As I push off the table and straighten myself, Spanx screams again. Glancing at her, Lily's flayed a thick patch of skin from the b***h's chest— collarbone to n****e on the right side.
"If I talk, I'm dead," Spanx finally cries.
"Oh, b***h," Motormouth laughs, "after what you helped the Cartel do to Shamrock,
