Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1439

"She'll be way more fun once it kicks in!" Black Viper laughed maniacally.

Now fully hyped, Rafael chuckled and barked, "Hell yeah! Mosby, bring out your special blend—the real wild one! I want this little slut to turn into the dirtiest, most desperate whore alive!"

Mosby frowned. "Mr. Driscoll, are you seriously going through with this?"

Rafael snapped, "What do you think? Hurry up and do it already! Quit pretending you're some saint, old man. Everyone knows you've got mistresses tucked away in half the luxury clubs across Blumedale."

Called out, Mosby flushed with embarrassment. "Fine then. Drugging her will definitely make things more exciting. But if you get the first turn, I'm going second."

"Whatever!" Rafael grunted, growing impatient. "You two can fight over second and third. Just give me three undisturbed seconds with her first!"

With a flick of his wrist, Mosby pulled out a pouch of powder and shoved it down Aspen's throat. The moment it hit, her body instantly flushed, heat surging through every nerve.

She thought, 'Master… I belong to you and only you. I'd rather die than let these monsters touch me…'

Tears streamed down her face as she bit down hard on her lips. She twisted violently, then hurled herself toward a concrete pillar, ready to smash her head.

Black Viper sneered. "Trying to end your life? It won't be that easy."

He reached out to yank her hair when a cold voice suddenly cut through the air.

"You touch her, and I'll kill you right here and now."

The three men froze and snapped their heads around.

Andrew had arrived—calm, quiet, deadly—taking slow steps toward them like a storm brewing.

"Goddammit. Way to ruin the mood," Rafael cursed. He fumbled to pull his pants back on and held out a hand. "Andrew, hand over the maps!"

Andrew lifted the two fragments in his hand. "Release her first, then I'll give them to you."

Rafael's eyes darkened. In a flash, he pulled out a sharp dagger and pressed it hard against Aspen's pale, exposed neck. "You worthless little bastard. Do you think you can negotiate with me? If it weren't for that map, I wouldn't even spit in your direction. Toss them over now or I'll slit her throat."

He was fuming, rage bursting out as Black Viper and Mosby grinned behind him.

"Where's all that swagger now, Andrew?" Mosby taunted. "Did you run out of gas? Where's your tough talk now?"

"Mr. Driscoll, look out!" Mosby shouted, his reflexes saving them both. He grabbed Rafael and yanked him aside just in time.

The needles missed their hearts, but Rafael was not so lucky as one needle struck him square in the groin.

"Let's leave, now!" he yelled.

Despite the sharp pain, Rafael gritted his teeth and made a quick decision: Get the map and escape now.

…

Back inside the warehouse, Black Viper gritted his teeth and gripped his daggers tightly. "You killed White Viper, Andrew! I'm going to kill you for it!"

Andrew laid Aspen gently down and was about to finish the job when two delicate arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.

"Master… please… I'm burning… I need you now…"

Andrew froze instantly and cursed internally, 'Damn it… who the hell can resist this?'