Luke

I stepped inside the darkened room and silently moved toward the bed. Her hair was strewn all over the pillow as her breath came through her slightly parted lips. Fuck, even with a bruised face, she was gorgeous. I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb her.

"I smell chocolate on you, Kisses," she grumbled and winced as she tried to move.

"Hey, just lay still, beautiful. I'm sorry I woke you," I told her.

"It's okay, all I ever do is sleep. It's boring as fuck." A slight smile parted her lips and I reached out to touch her face carefully. "Not quite as pretty as last time you saw me," she grimaced.

"You look beautiful all the time to me, Tori," I said softly. Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Are you allowed out of bed, or would you rather meet the guys here?"

Her eyes opened wider, "Oh shit, you're all really here."

"Yeah, and a few bombshells along the way. Turns out Mattie's Nova is Emilio's long-lost little brother," I snorted, "One giant dysfunctional family." Tori frowned and muttered something to herself. "Hey, what was that look for?"

"He...he's not like him, is he? I mean, he won't hurt her like Emilio used to," she squeaked.

Now it was my turn to frown. "No, beautiful, Marc loves her and would never harm her. He's not a part of the cartel, well not yet I suppose. Honestly, I have no idea how it will all work out, but he won't hurt her." She seemed to relax at my words. "So here or there?"

"You might want to ask my warden," she giggled. "Are you all as overprotective as Owen?"

I raised my eyebrow and chuckled, "Well, usually that overprotectiveness is reserved for my little brother, North, but apparently you bring out the primal side of our fearless leader." That made her giggle more, then she winced. "I think you should stay in bed. Let me get someone that would love to help comb your hair and help you freshen up. He's the perfect person."

"Uh, okay."

I darted back down the hall and grabbed Gabe's arm, making him jump. "What the fuck, Luke? You scared the shit out of me!"

"Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad, besides, I have a little side mission for you," I smiled and he quirked his lips, then followed me back to Tori's room. I knocked softly.

"Come on in, Kisses. I'm decent," her voice came through the door. Gabe's eyes looked like saucers as he gulped.

I pushed the door open and him inside. "Tori, this is Gabe. Gabe, this is Tori."

"Woah, what is it with you guys and the eyes," she muttered. "Hey, baby blues!"

"Um, hi," Gabe said meekly. Damn, I've never seen him so shy around, well, anyone before.

"So I thought you might be able to help Tori get cleaned up before she meets everyone. Her, um, bandages keep her kinda limited," I explained.

His eyes zeroed in on the heavy bandages that peeked through her nightgown now as well as the bruises on her face and he growled. Tori's eyes went wide and she scooted back, wincing. His demeanor instantly softened, "I'm sorry, Belle. I didn't mean to scare you. It just infuriates me to see you hurt." He took a tentative step forward. "If you'll allow, I would love to help you comb your hair and feel more comfortable." She nodded hesitantly, so I quickly offered to stay. While Gabe combed out her hair, I found a long, loose button-up shirt to help cover her.

"Do you feel better, Belle?" he asked her as he handed her a mirror.

"Damn, you did good, blue eyes," she grinned.

He gave her a genuine smile, "It's easy when the model is already beautiful." Her cheeks blushed as she lowered her chin. He placed a finger under it and lifted gently, "Never hide from us, Tori. You are far too beautiful and strong to hide. The fact that you are sitting here is a testament to your strength." Her tongue darted across her lips as she stared up at him. "I'm going to kiss you now, Belle," he said, then leaned down and ran his tongue across her lips before kissing her gently. She let out a soft moan against his mouth and I felt myself getting hard. Fuck, my head filled with so many images of the three of us...

When he pulled back, her eyes were glassy and her cheeks even more flushed. "Perfection," he whispered before standing up. "I'll let the others know you're ready to see them."

After he left, she turned to me and gaped, "What the hell do they do in America to create you people?"

I laughed, "Oh beautiful, this is just the beginning. You're ours Tori, and we are going to spoil you in every way we know how."

Axel

"So what's the plan, just wait for Rico to get intel?" Corey asked, his foot tapping impatiently. "And you, why the fuck were you messing with my damn firm in the first place?" he demanded of Cardoza.

"We needed a way into the city, and what better way than to have a bulldog group of attorneys on the payroll?" he answered. "It wasn't personal, just convenient. Hell, I even met her that first day and had no idea who she was. If Trish and her grandmother hadn't tipped me off, then I wouldn't have realized it was Mattie at all."

"Do we think she's working with the Academy on this?" I asked.

Owen shook his head, "I don't think so. This is way too public for them. I'm sure she's getting help from her friends, but I don't believe this is a sanctioned action. Any news on your end, Raven?"

"Nyet, Father hasn't heard chatter. He will send reinforcements if you think yours are compromised," he told Cardoza.

The cartel leader just stared, open-mouthed. "Milo?" Marc asked him, nudging his knee.

"Oh, yeah, it might not be a bad idea. Stands to reason that both cartels have deserters with the trafficking being shut down." He rubbed his face, "I'm still struggling to wrap my head around all of this. I mean, finding you, figuring out our girl is the same girl and then there's the whole Russian mafia and Academy connections. It's just crazy."

There was a knock at the door and Alberto answered it. He came back, his hands shaking. "It's from Carlos," he said, holding the package out to Cardoza. He took it with shaking hands and opened it gingerly. Inside was a piece of paper, smudged with what looked like blood and a disc.

Cardoza cringed as he read it.

Not my best work, but I had to make do with limited resources. At least Devil's Breath is common enough. We want the girl - even trade. An exchange location will come with the next video. Enjoy the show, boss.

I looked up to realize the Blackbourne men had rejoined us, as well as Tori, who leaned heavily on Kota.

"You may not want to see this, Tori," I said to her.

She scoffed, "Nothing personal, ponytail, but I've lived it for years. I need to see what he's done to her. Hell, I might be the only one in the room that can tell you how severe it is or isn't."

Damn, she's one tough girl.

Victor placed the connection on the overhead screen so we could see. I was not prepared for what came on.

Trigger Warning: forced drug use, cutting, sexual assault

Carlos

I had the camera set at a perfect angle and zoomed in. She'd been defiant for the first couple of days, but as the drugs worked into her system, she became more compliant. Time to show Emilio who she really belonged to.

The ropes pulled her chest forward as my knife trailed along her pale skin. Droplets of blood formed on her soft breasts and stomach. She cried softly as I pierced her skin carefully. I ran my hands across the cuts, then smeared the blood over her mouth and lips. "That's a good little whore, now open wide for Master," I told her and she obeyed. Her cries became muffled as I pumped my cock down her throat. "Take it all you needy whore." I felt my balls begin to tighten and pulled out, spurting my cum in her face and on her tits.

Without bothering to get dressed, I walked to the camera and knelt before it. "Looks like she has a new Master now, eh, Emilio." Then I turned it off and wrote out the note, making sure to wipe the blood that was still on my hand onto the paper.

He'll give me anything I want now, I chuckled to myself. 

Author's Notes:  Okay, open your eyes...the bad part is over, well at least the graphic parts...