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“So you just want me to walk away, that’s it?”
He nods. “Yes. Or we will gang rape your little wife in front of your eyes before killing both of you.”
My fists clench by my sides. He’s going too fucking far. If he lays a hand on her, I’ll cut his fucking dick off. Hell, I still intend to cut it off by the time I’m through with him just for thinking about it.
“Fine, let me see her first. I want to see that you have kept her unharmed.”
Ethan nods. “Go fetch the leverage.”
Leverage.
This man will wish he hadn’t been born soon enough. There’s absolutely no chance that I’m leaving this place and these men to sell off these kids, or any kids in the future.
Any operation that existed before this day will be obliterated from the face of the earth. Clearly, Ethan doesn’t realize the kind of man he’s messing with.
My body hums with tension as a plan rapidly takes shape in my mind; thankfully, I had taken the necessary precautions for a situation like this. Cathal will be here if he doesn’t get word from me within an hour. It’s been two hours and I know that he’ll be on his way—perhaps even already here.
My rage bubbles like lava under my skin as Ethan’s goons drag my wife into the room. She is bound and gagged with a hood over her head, and I see she’s struggling against the ropes desperately. The knowledge of what they did to bring her here sets my soul ablaze, my determination surging like a firestorm within me. These men will pay dearly for their actions.
Without a word, the thugs loosen Bella from her restraints and pull off the hood, shielding her face. Her eyes are brimming with desperation and terror, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks around the room. Finally, she spots me and the relief in her beautiful blue depths is enough to undo me. I’ve longed to see her look at me like that, but not under these circumstances.
An onslaught of emotion overwhelms me, so powerful it feels like my heart is being ripped apart. Until now, she believed that she was alone in this fight, but now she can see that I’m here; ready to do whatever it takes to get her out safely.
44
BELLA
The click of the door alerts me to someone entering, but since these assholes insist on keeping this hood over my head, I can’t see who it is.
I don’t know how long they’ve had me. It’s felt like a lifetime, but it’s probably no longer than a few hours. They’d mentioned to one another that they’d stash me somewhere safe in the grounds of the country club, and then they’d left me here.
“Come on, sweetheart. We’ve got someone who wants to see you.” The guy roughly undoes my binding and yanks me to my feet, dragging me God knows where.
I hate that I’m so overcome with fear, desperate to find an escape, but feeling hopelessly trapped. It feels like I’m marching to my demise. The creak of a door opening sets my already fried nerves on edge.
“Here she is,” the gruff voice says, as I’m pushed forward and lose my balance, falling onto the floor.
A soft growl is audible nearby as I put my sore hands out to sit up, feeling my entire body aching from being held in one position for however long.
Suddenly, the hood is ripped from my head and a blinding light forces me to shut my eyes. I open them a little, waiting for them to adjust. Finally, they adjust and I manage to take in my surroundings.
We’re in some kind of large events hall, which is lavishly decorated with glistening chandeliers and ornate gold-framed paintings. The walls are a deep shade of red that perfectly complements the light oak floor.
At the far end of the room, in an area covered by a golden rug, I can just make out a grand piano with intricate designs carved into its surface. Its keys are polished to perfection, and it looks like it has never been used before. And my veins run cold when I see a group of seven children in chains in the corner, all of them looking beyond terrified. The youngest can’t be much older than six years old, and the hatred toward my dad hits me with renewed vigor.
How could he?
I force my eyes from them, otherwise I’ll drown in a sea of guilt that I may not be able to do anything to stop their abuse. And that’s when my eyes snag on the man standing near the back of the room.
Isiah.
His eyes blaze with fury when he sees my face and I see his jaw clench. I can’t work out whether the rage is aimed at me or the men surrounding me.
“So, Darcy, what will it be? Are you going to let us violate your wife? Or are you going to walk away and hand the keys to this operation over to us?” an older man asks with graying hair.
At that moment, I realize that they don’t intend to stop Isiah from killing my father. They want to run the pedophile ring, not bring an end to it. They don’t work for my father. As I gaze around the room, I see no sign of him.
Is it possible my dad is already dead?
