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“And who are you?” I ask, not that I should care, but she’s risking my wrath for his life. Call me intrigued since he was possibly helpful.
Her eyes cast toward him, almost apologetically. “I’m his wife. I had a drug problem and got myself into some trouble with Raymond. This is how we’re paying him back.”
Fucking Olivia. I blame the fact that she made me care for her so damn much for my next words.
“Fine,” I say with regret and hope that doesn’t bite me in the ass later. “But if I ever see either of you again in a setting that is anything close to this, I will kill you both without thinking twice.”
“We’ll be out of this state by sunrise,” she promises, running toward Simon. I move away from them, because their love only serves to fuel my fury.
I need Olivia back. Right the fuck now.
Damon and Jaxon reappear, a man being dragged by the former. His face is swollen, and blood is dripping from somewhere on his body, but he’s still conscious.
Damon throws him on the ground at my feet. “This is Raymond.”
The tension around me rises exponentially from the waiting women as their murmurs start up.
I grab him by the collar of his black dress shirt and lift him with one hand until he’s on his knees, then force his head to turn toward the whores. “You ruined their lives, but I’m going to give them a chance to fix that.”
My gun points at the group as I say my next words. “My earlier threat applies to all of you. If I see any of you involved in any of the darker shit you’ve seen here, I will kill you. No warning, no excuses, just death.” The pistol moves back to Raymond, and without blinking, I pull the trigger.
He falls back to the floor, and I glance at the women one last time. “Consider that bullet your ticket to freedom. Grab whatever you want from this place within the next five minutes. After that, it’ll be on fire.”
None of them hesitate. They all scatter toward the back of the building. Well, all of them expect Simon and his…wife.
Jaxon grins. “That was, uh, nice of you.”
I ignore his comment. “Did you learn anything?”
He shakes his head. “But we flushed all the drugs and killed each of his men, so the world is a little better off.”
The fuck it is. Not with Olivia still missing.
I text Jaxon the picture I took. “Get me an address to that account number. It’s one of Titan’s.” Then, I nod at Damon, holding my hand out. “Keys. I’m going to wait in the car. Even if those women aren’t done, burn this cesspool in four minutes.”
As I turn around, I see Simon’s back already moving out the door. They didn’t even bother to try to steal what they likely deserved. Good for them. At least that’s what I think, until I realize he was the accountant. He probably had funds transferred to an offshore account the moment I pulled the trigger. If so, I’d be slightly impressed, but I don’t care enough to find out.
I get to the SUV, unlock it, and slide into the back, this time laying down to get as much pressure off my leg as possible.
I’m a fucking wreck in more ways than one, but I won’t give up. Olivia is mine, and I’m going to have her again. Titan may be more resourceful than I originally gave him credit for, but my motivation is never-ending.
There won’t be a sewer he can hide in that will stop me from eventually finding him and ending his sorry excuse for a life.
5
OLIVIA
The world around me is a swirl of pain and darkness. My swollen face distorts my vision, and every inch of my body throbs with agony. Sleeping on the cold, unforgiving floor has left me with aches that are more than just physical–they are the echoes of the beatings I've endured. Though, it's not as if I've been sleeping, more like slipping in and out of consciousness from the sheer pain.
Titan, the man I used to think of as a father, has only returned once during these endless hours or days. Time has lost all meaning in this room. When he did visit, his presence was a menacing shadow, his gaze filled with disdain as he stared down at me, shook his head, and called me a disappointment.
Like, what in the actual fuck?
I used to pray for his return as a young girl, clinging to the image of the man my mother loved. Her unwavering devotion to him made me believe that he was a good person who had lost his way. But reality is a brutal teacher. I have no clue if my mother hid his darker side from me or was somehow oblivious to it. I’ll likely never know.
Though the longer I’m here, the more certain I am that Titan isn’t just a man who lost his temper; he's a sadistic monster who must have manipulated my mother. I hope she can’t see him now, because I think she’d die all over again, which is a thought I can’t handle right now.
The door creaks open again, and I don't bother to lift my head or move from my huddled position on the floor. Each beating has chipped away at my inner strength, making it hard to draw on the relentlessness I had about escaping. My spirit feels shattered, my will to fight back worn down by the brutality. The more I fight back, the less energy I have to stay awake.
