One had never been able to find a wife, the other had been left by his wife when she realized he couldn’t have kids. They’d been lonely for decades. Now, with two women practically handed to them, how could they not be tempted?
Sensing something was off, Mabel and Fabienne stiffened. They hurriedly reached into their pockets for their phones.
Too late. Tavian and Faron pinned them down before they could react.
“Jethro, what do you think?” Tavian smirked. “We keep ‘em, and you don’t have to pay that 30 grand.”
Jethro’s face lit up at the idea of saving money. “Hell, sounds good to me!”
Mabel and Fabienne turned pale. They tried to scream, but dirty socks were stuffed into their mouths before they could make a sound.
They thrashed and kicked, but against three men who had spent their lives working the land, they didn’t stand a chance.
Melinda brought over duct tape, wrapping it around their mouths, then tied them up with rope and tossed them into the shed out back.
That night, the men took off in the women’s truck and sold it in the city for cash.
By sunrise, Mabel and Fabienne had been dragged back—one by Tavian, the other by Faron.