Chapter 61

Before we even got up for our morning run, someone was knocking on the door, dragging us from our sleep.

Brigitte and Conor grabbed their guns and went downstairs. Conor went to open the door while Brigitte waited on the bottom step, a dozen feet from the front door. As soon as Conor opened the door, Quinn stepped through, pushing Conor aside.

“On your fucking knees, bitch,” Quinn ordered. Brigitte dropped to her knees, her ass aiming at Quinn.

No! No, this could not be happening now. Brigitte was fertile. Fuck! I heard him ordering Conor to suck him to an erection.

I got the silver knife from the bedside table and walked down the stairs, hiding the knife beside my thigh. Conor was sucking his meaty prick, getting him hard enough to rape my friend. He glanced at me, then ignored me, dismissing me.

Conor finished his chore and Quinn knelt behind Brigitte, prepared to claim his privileges. I grabbed his head and held the knife to his throat. Conor yelled,