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I turned towards my men, my family, and met each of their gazes stoutly. I wanted them to see the sincerity in my eyes and hear my raw anguish.
“This is dangerous as fuck, and I would not blame any of you for turning your back on the mission. Addie wouldn’t blame you either. Hell, she would probably spank our asses for putting ourselves in harm’s way. You guys can go back to the safe house, and no one would think less of you.” I flicked a glance in Doc’s and Kai’s direction so they knew the final statement included them as well.
“Fuck no,” Ryder seethed. “We’re a family. Live together; die together.”
Ronan nodded his head in silent support, and Asher smiled cruelly. His eyes were cold in his face, any traces of warmth absent. Declan and Tamson nodded as well.
“Oh, what the fuck,” Doc muttered. “We’re in.”
“Let’s kill some Ragers,” I responded darkly.
Hold on, Addie. We’re coming.
* * *
Addie
As my mind raced, so did my heart - anger, fear, and frustration vying for attention. Battling for first place.
The implications of what we’d discovered could alter the world as we knew it. Hopefully for the better.
I wasn’t optimistic. Every person had an agenda, a reasoning for their actions, an end goal that didn’t necessarily line up with the good of the world as a whole.
Oh sure, people could make empty promises, slather balm on a wound, offer bandages, but what options did we have to fix this fractured world? What role did greed play in Lucian’s experimentation?
I rapidly sifted through my thoughts as Deth led me to a door.
“We had this prepared for you,” he said curtly. I offered him a closed-lip smile, my teeth gnashing against each other.
So they had been expecting me for awhile. Noted.
“I hate you,” I told Deth seriously as I stepped into the room. The first thing I noted was the silver bars on the window. Fucking peachy.
Ironically enough, one of the last things Lucian said to me was, “You're not a prisoner.”
Snort.
“I’m going to circumcise your dick,” I continued, leveling a glare over my shoulder at Doctor Deth. “Slash it off with all the blades I keep hidden in my hair. Yup. You heard me right. Maybe I’ll wait until the blades are rusty andthencircumcise you. You’ll be awake, of course, and aware of every slash of my knife against your penis. Feel my wrath, motherfucker.” Only when he shut the door, effectively caging me in a prison that apparently wasn’t a prison, did I call out, “Have a good night!”
I could be a real classy bitch. Taking the high road and all that.
Frowning, I made an immediate beeline for the bed, intending to crawl under the covers and sleep for an eternity. My hopes for sleep were interrupted by a clattering sound emitting from the closet, almost as if someone had run into an entourage of hangers.
I froze, muscles tensing and back straightening.
Someone was in the room with me.
“Hello?” I placed my bare feet on the carpeted floor and ventured a tentative step closer. “Don’t make me cut off your dick. Or boobs. Either or. I don’t discriminate.”
Another step.
And another.
And another.
The closet door was wrenched open, and a tall male stumbled out, eyes watering.
“Addie,” he breathed.
