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“Alright,” I said calmly, a familiar numbness spreading through my veins as I prepared myself for what was to come. “Do you recognize the room in that video?”
“No. Well—maybe.” He shifted uncomfortably.
“Okay…where’s the place it could be?”
“There’s a club that my father and his buddies frequent. He’s had me go with him a couple of times.”
With how awkward Remy was being, it wasn’t hard for me to imagine what kind ofclubthis was.
“A sex club, I’m assuming. Because you rich pricks can’t be anything but stereotypical in every way,” I drawled.
Remington fucking blushed.
“Okay. An alien’s inhabited your body,” I told him as I checked my gun to see that it was loaded.
“It’s moments like these that I know I’m fucked up,” he commented. I glanced up at him, confused, only to be startled by the heat in his gaze where a sheen of tears was a moment ago.
“I would have guessed that guns would have been Cain’s kink, but you learn something new every day.”
Remington’s phone buzzed again, and we both eyed it. When he lifted it up, I saw there was a video.
“Here, give it to me,” I told him, reaching for the phone, pretty sure that whatever was in that video wasn’t going to be good.
He clicked play before I could grab it, and I winced as I watched his mother being gang-raped by a bunch of old men. Every hole was being filled, and she was just lying there, a dead look in her gaze.
Remington dropped the phone and leaned over and threw up everywhere. I winced as it splashed onto my bare feet.
His eyes were red-rimmed and watery as he stood up and looked at me.
“I’m going to get dressed. While I’m doing that, can you use those computer skills of yours to try and find a blueprint of the club you think she’s at? If that’s really where he’s keeping her, I don’t want to walk in blind,” I said, waiting for him to nod before I jogged to the bathroom to wash off my feet before changing.
When I came out a few minutes later, Remington was sitting on my bed with a computer in his lap, typing feverishly on the keyboard.
“Have you found it?” I asked as I headed into the closet to change.
He nodded, not looking up as he concentrated on whatever was on the screen.
After I’d slipped on some black leggings, a tight black tank top, a fitted black hoodie, and some black boots, I emerged from the closet. He glanced up at me and gave me a double-take. “That’s quite the outfit, little devil,” he murmured, before his gaze slid back to his screen.
I sat on the bed with him and went through the blueprints. It was pretty simple—a main floor with a large open area, women's and men’s locker room type areas with showers and bathrooms, and then individual rooms along the perimeter of the building. The basement must have been where the really freaky things happened because the rooms were larger down there, like they were meant for multiple people to be using the rooms at the same time. The blueprints didn’t show any secret passageways or anything like that, so hopefully they were accurate.
“Why haven’t you called the others?” I asked, thinking we were most likely going to be really outnumbered.
“They’re not here right now,” he said vaguely. “They’re working on a project.”
Okay then. I’m glad that he was asking for my help with something important to him while still keeping me in the dark.
“You need to change,” I told him with a frown as I realized he was dressed like he was going to the fucking country club instead of to commit murder.
“Right,” he said, looking down at his dress shirt and slacks as if they’d offended him. “Be right back,” he said before striding out of the room.
I grabbed a belt out of my nightstand that could hold my gun and my knife, and I fastened it around me before tucking my weapons into the loops…plus a few other things. Of course, I was better at all the up close and personal ways of ending someone, but the Demon had made sure I was at least decent with a gun.
Remington was already back when I finished, dressed in black gym pants and a long sleeve black shirt with a hood.
“Are you ready?” I asked, and he nodded, determination in his gaze. I followed him out of the room and we made our way through a few hallways and a set of stairs before getting to the underground garage I had such fond memories of.
Most of the garage was under construction, but there were still scorch marks where Cain’s McLaren had been. Which just made me freakishly happy even under the current circumstances.
