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"No! I don't even know what you're talking about. I never had feelings for Sergio. Granted, he started having feelings for me, and because of that, I was kept protected, but that's it."
"Okay, if you say so…"
"I do say so," I tell him with a bit of attitude.
"I just thought that maybe you would want some closure. You know, see for yourself that they are locked away, never to surface again." Castor seems sincere in his little speech.
A heavy sigh leaves my lips, regretting blowing up at him when he's been nothing but nice. "If you think it will do me good, let's go."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really." I close my eyes, already regretting my decision. "But the moment I want to leave, you better get me the hell out of there." I stare pointedly at him.
"You got it, doll." He winks at me, and I roll my eyes.
It's dark the lower we go underground. The elevator is made of a two-way mirror, so we can see out over the levels, but the prisoners can't see us. There are eight levels underground, with a ninth one in the process of being built.
"Each level holds two hundred prisoners, with the first two levels reserved for the lesser of the evils."
"What exactly is determined to be the lesser of two evils when traffickers and pedophiles are locked up here?" I cock my brow at him.
Chuckling, Castor explains, "You're right, of course, but those top levels are more for the ones who only supplied the names of the victims to target to those like the D'Angelos and Julien Dalama. Also, for those willing to help us out to get more benefits, such as radio time or time in the weight room."
"Hm, I see." I don't really. Once they are here, they should be treated as the criminals they are. "I don't see most of those fuckers rewarding their victims for being good. They just don't use them as hard," I mumble under my breath.
Agent Castor doesn't respond the rest of the way down. Once the elevator stops, he holds the doors, so they don't close while I walk off. "This way." He holds his arm to the right, and I follow him down a long corridor and into a room with another two-way mirror.
My heart beats rapidly. "What are we doing here?"
"Just be patient, Ry," Castor says.
I stare unblinkingly at the agent after what he called me. I haven't been called Ry in about eighteen months, give or take. A noise on the other side of the window draws my attention away from Castor. It's dark on the other side, so I can't make out what is going on over there.
I walk closer to the window, my pulse racing as my eyes dart all around.He's there,I can feel him.Suddenly, the bright lights turn on, and I'm momentarily blinded, but so is the person on the other side. I blink a few times before I fix my stare on the massive, tatted-up, long-haired D'Angelo brother with those hazel eyes that seem to burn into my soul. I gasp and step back when the same hazel eyes land on me.
"Can he see me?" I ask, shocked to my core.
"Do youwant him to see you?" Castor asks.
I shake my head. "No, I don't."
I can't seem to unglue my eyes from the sight before me. He doesn't look any different from the last I saw him. That's a lie. He seems bigger and more intimidating. There is a hardness in his stare that I've never seen before.
Remaining where I stand, I watch as he gets up out of the chair, his wrists still shackled with a chain running down to more shackles around his ankles. Sergio shuffles over to the two-way mirror and just stares at it. His lips move, but we can't hear anything.
"What's he saying?" I ask, not daring to take my eyes off him.
Castor presses a button, and suddenly, the room fills with Sergio's deep, raspy voice, and my body freaking reacts to it! I close my eyes briefly, open them slowly, and approach the window. He's mumbling something but isn't making any sense.
He flattens his palm against the window, and I slowly follow his movement. Sergio's eyes close. "I've lost everything I cared about, and now…I have nothing. I've lost my freedom, I've lost my brothers, and I've lost my woman."
With my hand still pressed against the window, I close my eyes and continue listening to his voice.
"I miss waking up to her beautiful face, and it being the last thing I see before I go to bed. I miss her smile, and her laugh. Her warm, caramel eyes when they gazed up at me every time she was on her knees before me. I miss the feel of her sweet cunt wrapped around my cock, and the way her throat felt each time I gripped it. The way she screamed my name every time I made her come. She’s a part of me, and I’ve lost her. I want her back—I will get her back. Oh, poppet," he says my name melodically, "I can feel you there." My eyes snap open and widen as I watch Sergio salaciously lick the two-way mirror. "I will come for what'smine!"
Jumping back, my body trembles in fear as Sergio continues to stare at me through the window with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Chills race down my spine, and the room feels like the temperature dropped. I don't dare take my eyes off the man on the other side of the glass. I. Don’t. Trust. Him. Anymore.
"Get me out of here, now!"
