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Jolene nibbled on her sub sandwich and fries as she coached herself on not being a clingy woman just because a man professed his love for her. She had never been that kind of woman, and she wouldn’t start now.
After a moment, things he said to her floated into her brain.Humans feel a pull. Don’t you feel it?She wondered if what she thought of as clinginess was really just the pull he told her about.
Hmm… Something else to consider.
Rex
When they had heard Rex trying to break his chains loose, four people rushed over. Two men and two women watched as he struggled, but nothing happened. When it was apparent he wasn’t getting anywhere, the two men taunted him as the women grinned. He memorized their faces as he accepted that he wasn’t going to be able to just break free.
“Not so big and bad now, are ya, freak,” one of the men taunted. It was the same man who had climbed out of the Pathfinder earlier, with his fucking perfectly styled hair and plucked brows.
The other, who looked like he belonged on the cover ofAll-American Douchebagmagazine with his light brown curly hair and sharp features, crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled. “I thought it would be tougher to take a couple of you beasts, but it was like taking candy from a baby.”
Rex spit at him, the saliva landing on the fucker’s pant leg. “If your taunts are anything to go by, taking you out will be like getting your mom to suck my dick… easy as fuck.”
“Good luck with that,” the woman with long curly hair said as she approached Shortcake, pulled back her arm, and swung, slapping Shortcake across the face.
Shortcake groaned as her head swung from one side to the other as if she was struggling to lift it.
Rex cursed every one of them as Miss Curly shouted, “Wake up, Bitch! The games are about to begin!”
The other woman, who had her dark brown hair pulled back in a stark bun, joined Miss Curly, and they each took hold of Shortcake’s legs and began to attach the ankle cuffs that were laying on the floor.
Rex realized his ankles were still free. Why the fuckers hadn’t already attached them, he didn’t know, but he was about to make them regret it. As soon as Miss Curly was focused enough on her task, Rex kicked out with his closest leg and managed to kick her into Stark Bun, toppling them both.
Deep down inside, it killed him to treat a woman that way, but desperate times and all that.
Chaos erupted as the men attempted to grab his ankles and attach the restraints, but Rex didn’t make that easy for them. The females had managed to complete their task with Shortcake, but not without her coming to and spitting blood and saliva on them.
Rex knew they were going to suffer, probably greatly. He could only hope that Keys was paying attention to their tracker apps on their phones and realized something was off.
“Messer!” All-American Douchebag shouted and looked across the space. “Make yourself useful and get them towels! Christ!”
“Get your own fucking towels,” a female voice said, echoing through the room.
Rex looked in the direction the voice came from and saw that standing in the shadows of the large basement room was a familiar looking woman. When she stepped forward into a shaft of light from the single bulb that was hanging from the ceiling, it was confirmed. The fucking hunter that had come to town to investigate them.
“I fucking knew it,” Rex growled as he glared at the bitch who was the reason they were in the mess to begin with. If she wouldn’t have told the others anything about the Howlers or Warden’s Pass, he would be replacing pipes and Shortcake would be doing whatever it was that she had planned for the day.
Her expression blank, Messer dropped her gaze to the floor and didn’t say a word.
Annoyed with her presence, Rex glanced around again and saw the parking lot guy fucking around on a phone that looked suspiciously like Rex’s.
“What in the fuck are you doing on my phone?”
The asshole grinned. “Letting someone named Doc know you’re too busy to talk.”
Fuck.
Rex wasn’t sure how much more he could take, and he wasn’t even the one being tortured. Shortcake had slices up and down her shins. Her screams had long since ceased, leaving her only whimpering and moaning as they continued to shout questions at her and cut her when she didn’t answer.
Guilt and hatred washed over Rex. His wrists pinched and burned as he struggled repeatedly to break free, but the chains wouldn’t budge. He should have been able to save her. It was the mission of the Howlers, after all, to help women in situations where they were mistreated or abused. He should have been able to stop it.
Gritting his teeth as he once again yanked on the chains, desperately attempting to pull forward his wolf, but nothing. Rex growled out his anger and frustration. The fuckers better hope he didn’t get a moment of freedom. They better kill him, because if they didn’t, he would tear them apart as soon as he was able.
“Who else?! Who?” The shouted questions had been going on for hours, each of their captors taking turns, except for Messer. She was standing off to the side in the darkness with her arms crossed over her chest. The look on her face said she was not happy about how things were going down. At least she wasn’t blank faced anymore. Probably was pissed that Shortcake hadn’t given them anything, and no matter what they did, Rex wasn’t going to, either. If he thought for a moment that telling them something would save Shortcake’s life, he might consider it, but he knew it wouldn’t. These assholes were determined to kill shifters, and they had two in their clutches.
He hadn’t accepted his fate, though. As he watched Shortcake’s blood trickle down her legs, catching briefly on each cut in her jeans, and over her boots to pool at her feet on the concrete, Rex promised himself that he would watch for any chance to break free and end them.
