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Walking towards the door, my eyes adjust to the dim light, and I see a few silhouettes waiting for us. Their faces are completely hidden behind masks, leaving only their eyes visible.
“Look what we’ve got here,” says one of them.
They’re dressed alike with identical masks. The only distinguishing feature between the two is their height difference - this one is clearly taller.
“Pretty. If you’re looking for a good time, I’d be happy to—” he is cut off by the other guy, speaking rapidly in Italian, before they begin to argue loudly.
As Caleb’s hand presses into my back, I sense his body tensing behind me.
“We’re here to meet Fusco,” says Caleb with a sharp tone.
“Oh, we know who you are,” says the shorter guy. “But before we take you to him, we need to make sure you don’t have any weapons on you.”
Starting with Caleb, he runs his hands over every part of his body, checking for any concealed weapons. I bite my tongue and stay silent, knowing he won’t find any.
The intensity of the taller one’s gaze is almost predatorial, making me feel like I’m his next meal. He closes the distance between us with slow, measured steps, his eyes fixed on me with a dangerous intensity. “You’re next, pretty girl. Lift your arms.”
As his touch descends to the side of my breast, I focus on keeping my body still and not reacting. A devious smile spreads across his face, and his eyes twinkle with malice. When he reaches my thighs, I feel my muscles tensing up and my breath catching in my throat.
“Open.” I furrow my brow at him, trying to make sense of what he is saying.
“Excuse me?”
“I said open your legs.”
“Why?”
“Need to check deeper.” The accentuation of his last words makes me freeze.
“Nuh-uh. My inner thighs are off-limits for any sort of check. You can clearly see I don’t have any weapons on me. So keep your hands off me, arsehole.” I’m playing with fire. I know it, but I’m not taking any risks.
Caleb’s eyes dart towards me, anticipating their response to my comment. When I look at the tall one, I can see a fierce determination in his eyes, like flames burning bright.
“Enough.” With a sharp tongue, shorty cuts off any potential conversations before they can even start. “Follow me.”
The rest of the team takes our cue to do as they say, and we slowly make our way through the hangar, examining everything in sight. The first thing I notice as I walk into the room is the horrid smell of urine mixed with an odd odour that I can’t seem to pinpoint. Caleb remains by my side, occasionally checking in with me with a quick glance.
As we approach, the volume of the voices increases until they are in clear view.
The sight of my siblings and Aidan in a cluster of chairs in front of me leaves me rooted to the spot. My sister’s face is covered in bruises, while Scott and Aidan have blood streaming down their faces.
I’m gonna kill the fucking bastard.
I notice the exact moment when Aidan spots me. His eyes land on me and then darken with anger, probably not happy to see me in this position.
You and I both.
When Caleb explained their plans after the gala, my anger boiled over. Why take such a huge risk when my team was ready to strike? I guess it’s my fault for not telling them exactly who my team is in detail.
Lesson learned.
We approach and catch the attention of Fusco and Shaan, who turn to face us, with Riccardo close behind and another guy covered by a mask.
I maintain a blank expression, but Caleb’s tension is palpable next to me.
“Well, well. Thank you for joining us. Please, come closer,” says Fusco.
Like we had any other choice.
