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The cameras caught Prescott busting out of the table restraint attached to her cuffs and running to attack Len like a damn linebacker. My heart was in my throat watching the cameras.
“Yep, fucking twatmuffin,” I grumble.
“Twatmuffin?” Turner snorts, leaning into the room.
“Prescott,” I explain. “I don’t know, it sounded right for her,” I chuckle.
Turner rolls his eyes, Roark coming up behind him with a grilled cheese sandwich. He holds it up to Turner to take a bite, and Turner winks as he does.
“What about twatmuffin?” he asks and I snicker.
“Len and Greg are done speaking to her. Prescott attempted to attack her, but Greg tased her ass. He told Orion and I to get ready to go down and interrogate her for any information they didn’t get, and then put her down,” I explain.
Turner nods slowly, thinking. “Do you have any bats in your box of tools?” he asks.
Oh fuck yes.
“I’m sure I can ask for one to be provided,” Orion says, oblivious to why he’s asking. “Why?”
“I have a thing for bats. I won’t be coming with you, but it would mean a lot to me if you beat her with one a few times,” Turner explains.
Orion's lips twist in a feral smile as he grabs his phone and messages Greg with a list of what he’ll need today. I think Prescott needs to be transferred before we get to play with her. I don’t need to know all of the details though, I’m excited to see how her blood runs for us.
“Derek, do you want to see how the twatmuffin’s skin bruises when you beat her with a bat in Turner’s honor?” Orion asks with a chuckle.
“Fuck yeah I do,” I breathe.
Turner saunters over to me, cradling my head and tugging my hair so I look up to him.
“Make it hurt,” he says with a grin, kissing me hard.
I arch into his kiss, moaning. His hand moves to glide up my thigh, squeezing my now heavy and hard cock.
“So fucking responsive,” he growls. “Don’t dawdle, I have trouble sleeping now if we’re not all in bed together.”
My mouth drops open because I didn’t know that. Turner flicks his lip, giving me a glimpse of his tongue piercing before he stands. He’s so fucking strong and in control lately, it’s easy to forget that there’s so much violence and love that lives inside of him.
Turner would literally burn the world down for us, without a care, if it meant we were safe.
I don’t mind doing some of the dirty work to make sure that happens. If that makes me a baby serial killer, so be it.
Turner moves away, and Orion chuckles.
“Greg says he’ll have someone pick us up in half an hour, and to be sure we'll be ready. He’ll meet us at the site. Since Prescott was combative, she is being transferred to an undisclosed location. I thought it would be harder to move her, or more red tape, but Greg has really been given all the resources he needs,” he says with a shrug.
“I wonder how much longer we’ll be in Kentucky,” I muse. Orion’s fingers are flying across his phone screen and I smirk.
“Isn’t Greg driving?” I ask.
Orion’s fingers hesitate before he shakes his head. “Talk to text, B aby Williams,” he grunts and I push my shoulder into his. He chuckles and god, I could listen to that sound forever.
“Greg says we’re leaving in two days, but our next destination will depend on where Lennon’s father is. I’m sure there’s a story there,” Orion murmurs.
Nodding, I stand. “I’ll go get dressed in things that’ll hide blood,” I grin, walking out of the room.
Twenty minutes later, I’m climbing into Crew’s SUV with Orion. The trip flies by, and soon we’re walking into a white building that looks like it’s a bunker. There doesn’t appear to be any windows, and the lights inside are low.
The guards nod at Crew as we walk inside, and don’t give me any trouble. There’s a maze of hallways as we go through.
