“Are you finished?” Jose asked with a chuckle.

Again, I growled and lunged toward him, the air being choked from my body as the men holding me tightened their grip.

“What’s wrong, X? Can’t stand being helpless?” He stepped toward me and lifted my face to him. “I know where your allegiance lies, and I’m tired of certain people putting their noses where they don’t belong. I think it’s time to put an end to that.”

He left me and went to Scoop before running a single finger over Scoop’s swollen cheek. Apparently, one of the motherfuckers had hit him already.

In that moment, seeing him touch Scoop so softly, I knew exactly what he was up to. He wasn’t talking about Lyla being my weakness, he was talking about Scoop.

My eyes moved over Scoop’s helpless face, and I could see how afraid he was by the tightness in his eyes and lips. Scoop had balls to be so small, but I’d never seen him so afraid. Worry etched his brow, forcing a few wrinkles across his forehead. His muscles were tense as he waited for the attack that we both knew was coming his way.

“Don’t,” I said, earning another tug on the towel around my neck.

Jose ignored me. Instead, he motioned to the two men standing behind Scoop, and they quickly stripped his uniform from his small frame.

“Jose, come on, bro,” Scoop said, trying to save himself.

Instead of responding, Jose backhanded him across the face and blood flew from Scoop’s lips.

“I’m not your fucking bro.”

They slung him across the table, his bare ass shining to the room around us, and my stomach turned. Scoop was looking at me, begging me with his eyes to help him, but I couldn’t. I’d fought and won against more men than this before, but they’d gotten the jump on me and I was as helpless as Scoop in that moment.

Jose stepped up behind Scoop and started to unzip his khakis.

“No! You fucking touch him and I’ll kill you!” Spittle flew from my lips, and I felt like a rabid animal foaming at the mouth.

Jose’s head flew back as he laughed, his hand frozen on his hard cock. “You’re going to what? You’re going to kill me like you killed Carlos? I don’t think so. You take from us, we take from you.”

He grabbed a fistful of Scoop’s hair, tugging his head back and forcing him to look me in the eye. I wanted to look away, but the men holding me forced me to watch. Their grimy fingers dug into my face, keeping my head straight.

The man at Scoop’s side pressed the knife into the side of his neck, and a trickle of blood dripped to the table beneath him. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t stop this. I shook my head at Scoop and tried to relay my sorrow with my eyes.

Again, I lunged, and I felt my own blood beginning to soak into the towel around my neck.

Jose pumped his dick a few times and stepped in between Scoop’s thighs. With a tense jaw and his eyes locked on mine, he pressed into Scoop with a quick, rough pump, making him scream out.

With a jerk, Scoop tried with one last feeble attempt to get away, but it only pushed the blade deeper into his skin.

I was forced to watch as the two holding him down banged his head into the table and his blood spilled down the side of his face. They slammed him down, pinning him to the table as Jose continuously shoved his cock into his ass.

When Scoop opened his mouth to scream out, they shoved a dirty washcloth in his mouth, shutting him up. His eyes bulged from their sockets, and his face turned three shades of red as he lay there, helpless and unable to fight back, while Jose brutally raped him.

I watched as the light in his eyes slowly dimmed. The boy he was slowly moved away from him until he was gone. I’d seen it before. He was trying to survive by removing himself from the situation, but by looking at his bland expression on his face as Jose stuffed his body repeatedly, I wasn’t sure he’d ever come back. He slumped against the table, all his fight gone completely, and sweat beaded across his face until he finally closed his eyes.

I was going to kill them. There was no question in my mind. I wanted out, but in that moment, I wanted them dead more. Anger seethed in every pore of my body. When I got loose, there was going to be hell to pay.

Finally, Jose finished with a groan before moving to the side and letting the others get their go. My eyes burned his face, and he grinned as he shoved his flaccid dick in his pants and zipped them up.

The room filled with the erotic sounds of bodies beating into Scoop—the sounds of their heavy breaths as they took a piece of him one by one. They weren’t killing him, but still, when he opened his eyes, the spirit behind them was dead.