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Chapter One
When Devin roused, she found herself strapped to a rusted metal chair. Thick bands of rope cut into her arms where they were tied at her back from elbow to wrist. More of the rough cordage wrapped around her chest. Calves and ankles lashed to the legs of the creaking seat. Someone had put a shirt on her, the reek of stale sweat and strange men so thick she couldn’t discern whose they were. Not Rey’s, and just then, that was all that mattered.
The large males standing at the only door into the echoing dark space ignored her as she screamed and yelled her curses. They let her shout herself hoarse without even turning. Hours passed with nothing but the steady drip of a pipe from somewhere behind her and her ragged breaths.
She couldn’t feel the bond. It was flat, lifeless. A dead thing in her chest that sucked at every scrap of warmth within her. He’d said Rey wasn’t dead, but Devin was beginning to question it. Rey wouldn’t leave her here for so long, not if he was able. She didn’t know where they’d taken her, but it couldn’t have been all that far. Her head was still bleeding from where Anthony hit her with his gun.
“Please,” Devin rasped, straining against the ropes. “Please, I have to go the bathroom.”
Her guards gave her their stiff backs, no indication that they’d even heard her.
“Please!” She whined low in her throat, the sound mangled with a quiet sob. Devin dropped her head, hating the tears burning her eyes.
“That the best you can do?”
Devin squinted into the shadows, choking back another ragged sob as she tried to place the voice. Familiar, but not, she couldn’t discern his face in the dark recesses of the open doorway.
“Convince me. Make me believe it.” The man started towards Devin, bringing him into the dim glow of the bare bulb above her.
Her eyes widened as recognition hit her with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball. Hope ripped through her. It was too easy. Rey would come bursting through the door any moment. She was sure of it.
“Oh, that’s sweet,” Giacomo Caivano murmured as he came close enough Devin could smell the smoky darkness he exuded. “You think he’s going to come for you, don’t you?”
“I’m his mate, asshole. He’s going to come for me and he’s going to kill you.” Devin’s raw lips twisted into a sneer, the bite of pain worth it for the dark glower of the male.
“You’re a good fuck like most Omegas, I imagine. Nothing more.”
“We’ll see. You’re dead, and you don’t even realize it yet.”
“No, we won’t.” Giacomo’s lips spread into a savage smile, baring his teeth at Devin as he caught her chin in a cruel grip. His fingertips bruised the soft flesh of her cheeks as he pinched them. “But you keep on thinking he’s going to come save you. It’s cute.”
“This is not what I expected.”
Devin’s sneer crashed, burned as the last flickering ember of her confidence went up in a puff of smoke. The heavy Russian accent twisted through her in icy tendrils, the jagged shards of it slicing her. It stabbed through her as Morozov came into the light.
“I figured it wouldn’t be,” Giacomo said on a dark chuckle as he released Devin’s face with a careless shove. “Worth the trip though, wasn’t it?”
Devin swallowed hard as Morozov came closer, wild gaze bouncing between the two males. Not so simple after all, but maybe one would lead Rey to the other. Confusion slammed through her, leaving her thoughts to slog through a thick mire of doubt. Thrashing against the bonds, her skin became raw as it bit deeper with every jerking pull.
“You play a dangerous game, Caivano,” Morozov murmured as he looked Devin over.
“That gutter trash shit is nothing to me. I control a territory. What does he have? A sleazy club and that pathetic excuse of an Alpha he fucks.” Giacomo’s chest swelled as a low growl emanated from his chest. “This bitch should know what it is to be owned by a real Alpha.”
“We had an agreement.”
“We still do. Get on with it.”
“Shh, little one,” Morozov said through a quiet purr, crouching beside Devin. He pet her hair, tsking when Devin tried to twist away and ripped several strands free to dangle from his thick fingers.
She screamed when he brought out the black leather case. Lurching to the side, she tried to knock the chair over to get away from the repulsive touch of his palms as he smoothed them over her thighs. Morozov pushed aside the fragile barrier of the shirt, baring the full length of her legs to them all. Another heave sideways had the chair teetering, threatening to send her crashing to the dusty cement.
“Hold her,” he muttered.
The hiss of the zipper grated against Devin’s raw nerves. It was nothing compared to the evil touch of Caivano’s hands, the disturbing way he massaged at her shoulders. As if he doted upon her while shoving her back into the chair. He leaned his considerable weight on her to hold Devin firm while Morozov fussed over clinking vials, and she began to thrash.
“No, no, please, no,” Devin shouted, uncertain if the words made sense as they smashed against her ringing ears. Eyes rolling, showing too much white, she watched on as Morozov pulled a syringe free.
Milky white fluid crested in a sickening wave as he tipped the needle up. He thumbed off the plastic cap and depressed the plunger to remove the bubble of air caught in the vial, tapping the hard plastic once to be sure it all escaped.
