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I stepped toward those open cell doors, watching the women still standing inside in terror. How long they’d been held here, I didn’t know. My throat thickened until the ache was all I felt. A kick came deep in my belly, making me lower my hand and press against my side comfortingly.
But it was the women that called me. These women I hurt for, deep in my soul. My words were thick and husky, but I was desperate to connect with them as I moved to the first door. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe.”
They all stared at me, most were desperate, some were full of hope. I opened my arms, pulled one against me, then moved to another. She clung to me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. Her thick sobs filled my ears. I held her, staring at all of them. But one stood separate from the others, cramming herself as far back in the shadows as she could. I patted the Daughter’s arm around me and gently pulled her back.
“Follow them,” I urged. “We’re going to get you out of here.”
But it was the Daughter huddling in the gloom who called me. I stepped toward her, reaching out. “I won’t hurt you.”
She pulled away, causing me to stop. “I’m Vivienne,” I murmured. “I’m a Daughter, just like you.”
She shook her head. “No. Not like me,” she whispered.
“Why?” I stepped closer. “Why am I so different?”
“It’s not you who’s different.” She whispered and slowly took a tentative step forward.
All I saw was beauty. Big voluptuous curves, round perfect cheeks, deep natural red lips which only accentuated her big, dark, doe eyes. “It’s me,” she finished.
I shook my head. “No…no.” I wrapped my arms around her.
I could only imagine the kind of terror she must’ve endured. They’d all endured.
“My name is Melantha,” she murmured.
“Well, Mel, we’re going to get you out of this hell. What do you say to that?”
She smiled, revealing perfect dimples. God, my heart ached for them. I stepped away, leaving Colt to urge them forward. “You need to be quiet, help us to get you out of here,” he urged.
They touched him, brushing their fingers along his cheek. One even moved closer and wrapped her arms around his powerful chest. He just froze, turning panicked eyes to mine. I gave him a soft smile and nodded. They needed him, even if it was just the idea of him. They trusted him, because he was a Son.
“Keep moving,” London pushed. “We’re going to get you out of here. But you need to be careful. There’s a lot of men out there. Men who want to hurt you.”
The Daughters were wary of him, giving him a wide berth as they made their way to the door.
“This way.” Carven led them out.
I moved from one cell to the other, helping them out. They touched me, my face and my belly. Their eyes were so full of hope it was heartbreaking. “It’s okay,” I urged. “Hurry, it’s okay. We’re getting you out of here.”
It was all I could do not to break down in tears. These women deserved so much more than a life in a cell, being used as nothing more than a vessel. They were human…they were real.
Rage rippled through me. My baby kicked. I knew instantly which one it was. My boy was a force to be reckoned with. I glanced at Colt, just like his father.
It took too long, but we got all the Daughters out of those cells, urging them through the rooms and back out into the dark hallway.
“I’ll lead them through the tunnel and be back,” Carven urged.
“We’ll wait here,” London answered.
Their steps shuffled, their hands reached for me. They were scared and desperate. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “Go, follow Carven. He’s going to get you out of here. I promise we’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Those words hit me hard and my heart climbed into my throat. They left, held onto each other for comfort, and followed Carven as he led them out of there. I knew the carnage they’d witness. The bodies and the blood, and I only hoped once they were out they wouldn’t all run.
You’re a Daughter, right? You belong to us.
Those words resurfaced from the attack outside the restaurant on the night Colt had been taken. I now knew there were other rogue Sons hunting Daughters. Who they worked for I didn’t know. All I knew was it was a dangerous time to be female and owned by The Order.
We waited, standing in the dark while the scuff of their bare feet grew fainter and finally ended. “London, I’m scared for them and for us.”
