Matt’s POV

I pulled up and killed the engine, pleased that the mission was a success. I could see Zacky and Franklin rushing towards me, Michael and the screaming girl, now positively terrified. Michael held a gun at her head as Zacky and Franklin hog-tied her and marched her towards the castle. Following them into the entrance hall, I could see James sitting on his throne, all pleased. Syn and Johnny were at either side of him, armed with G36 assault rifles and body armour, suited up to the nines. And Trevor, that crazy fuck, was eyeing our captive off hungrily, looking for all the world like a pale, medieval hangman. He even had a noose ready, for fuck’s sake!

Lexa’s POV
Terror filled my heart as I seen my husband’s enemies in full colour. King James was sitting imperiously on his throne, well-dressed in a suit and looking at me like he had caught a small mouse for dinner. His 2 men either side of him, who I recognised as Synyster Gates and Johnny Christ, were pointing advanced assault rifles at my face… as if I wasn’t scared enough by fucking Michael pointing his pistol at my head! Zacky was a real asshole up to the castle, grabbing me and staring at my tits, just like that fucking Franklin was. I wanted to know if any of them had ever seen a real woman’s tits apart from their mothers (and all the strippers they had hanging around), but I knew that would probably earn me a serious kicking. Then my worst nightmare materialized- Trevor Phillips, receding hair and big dirty beard, staring at me, a noose in his hands. Terror filled my heart as he eyed me off like a cat, twisting the noose in his hands. I seen that big mammoth, Shadz, drag a chair with him, along with rope and a watering can. Zacky dragged a bucket of wood and set it on fire, and stuck a metal rod in there. By now I was nearly having a heart attack, I knew what was coming. My nightmare began as Michael tied me to the chair and gagged me, making sure to have his pistol against my temple…

James’ POV

Ohhh Lexa, you foolish girl. Your independent spirit ended with your silly little self running straight into our arms. Michael and Shadz had done their jobs well, I see. Just the appropriate amount of terror dished out by Michael. I will take the liberty of moving his family closer, so he can actually start seeing them… though I wouldn’t say no to his daughter, Tracey. Such a little hottie. Though I better be careful, as daddy has plenty of guns. I thought his wife was totally hot, too, but I wouldn’t go there. Michael was too much of an asset (and a friend) for me to fuck over.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sight of the girl bound and gagged to a chair in front of me. I see Shadz and Vengeance had all the appropriate instruments of torture set up- a fire bucket and a watering can with cloth, perfect for waterboarding. Those government fools sure taught us a lot with that scandal in Iraq. This was gonna be a long night…