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Dozens of cages filled with naked girls. Some even have two. I feel fucking sick, but I don’t have time for that shit. I force myself to take a step forward, then another. I only pause at the sight of an empty cage.
Just one.
Right in the middle of the room.
“This is for her, but I need to see all of her.”
He doesn’t have to ask her. He doesn’t have to say anything else. Thunder knows what to do. She immediately begins to strip, not uncomfortable in the slightest being naked, although I have a feeling it’s going to be a fucking nightmare to be shoved into that fucking small-ass cage.
Logan’s gaze lifts to mine, his lips curving into a grin. “Nice. We’re in business now.”
God, he’s fucking twisted. “What’s next?” Duke asks.
Logan opens the cage door and jerks his chin toward Thunder. She sinks down to her knees and crawls inside, I can’t watch. I don’t know what’s going to happen to her, and I feel like everything about this is a bad idea.
“I’ll call Agony in the morning. Schedule the time and place then.”
“This satisfies your demands?” I want to make sure he understands what the fuck I’m talking about.
He will never threaten me, and this is the one and only time I will make his demands come to fruition. Next time, I’ll just fucking kill him—I might anyway.
“This satisfies,” he murmurs, his gaze shifting down to Thunder, and like a true asshole, he stares at her, his attention lustfully focused on her and only her. Nobody else in this entire warehouse exists.
I don’t want to leave her here. Shifting my gaze to Legacy, I notice he’s watching them, too, and judging by the way his brows have snapped together and the frown he’s wearing, I don’t think he likes the situation either.
But we’re in the crosshairs, so instead of staying and grabbing Thunder to take her back home with us, we all go against our guts and do what we know we need to do to figure everything out.
We have to end this.
And tomorrow, itwillend.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
AGONY
I leaveLogan and the warehouse feeling fucking sick as I drive toward the clubhouse. I hate everything about this place. Every single fucking thing. The farther away I get, the better I feel, but it’s not enough to clear my conscience about leaving Thunder with that monster.
Fuck. I am an asshole.
Slamming my fist down on the steering wheel, I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly as I move through the country roads and head straight for home.
Home.
The house looks dark as I pull into the driveway, which doesn’t surprise me, but it’s not really that late. It’s not even dinnertime. It’s barely fucking dark. There should be lights on… somewhere.
As I walk up to the front porch, I look for Hellcat and Volt.
They are nowhere to be seen. My heart slams against my chest. I call out their names, but again, nothing. Reaching for the doorknob of the front door, I twist it, but it’s locked. I don’t know if that’s a good sign or not.
With shaky hands, I shove my key in the door, trembling as I turn the knob and push it open, then take a step inside, then another until I’m standing alone in the living room. My eyes scan the space, and I think I’m alone until I see it.
I almost miss it.
A bottle of water on the floor.
Reese doesn’t leave things on the floor. She doesn’t leave things anywhere. Every space in this place is cleaned off. She is not messy at all. Even when she left her house in a hurry, everything was neat and tidy. Everything has a place, and everything is in its place.
But this.
