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“Got a hidden door,” Levi called softly, and those remaining faced him. The handle blended in so well that it was no wonder they’d missed it on their first sweep.
Levi twisted it, and the door silently opened. They all jumped at the stench that came from down below.
“Fuck me,” Declan muttered.
As quietly as they could in their shitkickers, they walked down the stairs and looked around. Chance pointed to the two doors and then pointed at Bear, Declan, and Dylan to take the one on the left. Levi headed for the door on the right, with Inglorious and Chance behind him.
Chance held up his hand and counted down three fingers, and on the count of three, they opened the doors.
Levi’s ears were immediately assaulted by Madisen’s scream. His gun rose and fired before he realised what he was doing.
His eyes took in the nightmare in front of him.
Madisen was strapped to a table, unable to move and naked. Beside her, wearing white overalls, had been Millar. All Levi could see was Madisen’s body awash with blood. Levi moved forward as Madisen continued to scream. He grabbed her head and forced her to meet his eyes.
Her screams cut off midway, and a loud sob sounded through them.
“You found me!” she cried.
Chance worked on cutting her loose as Inglorious rounded the table. He was going after Millar. Levi paid him no attention. Declan and Dai rushed into the room and skidded to a stop at what met them. Declan shrugged off his suit jacket as Chance cut the bonds, holding Madisen’s arms by her side. Chance grabbed it and covered Madisen with it, trapping her arms inside as he buttoned it to protect her dignity.
Levi held her as she sobbed into his shoulder. He didn’t know where he could touch her because there was so much blood. But his heartbeat steadied as he hugged her. She was alive, and that was all that mattered. Madisen’s sobs tore at his heart, and she clung to him with all the strength she had left in her body.
As soon as Chance cut her ankles free, Levi scooped her up and carried her out. The stench from the other room was overpowering, and Levi gagged.
“Don’t go in there. The cops are gonna need to see this place,” Bear stated.
“Need to burn it down. All those dead bodies,” Declan said calmly, but his eyes were focused on Madisen.
“No, let the police worry about who did this. None of the guns we used today are registered. Wipe them clean and drop them here. I’ll get a crew here to destroy our DNA, but those women need justice,” Chance ordered, his face pale.
Levi knew Chance had done what he’d done. Levi had peered into the room and just managed to control his stomach.
He didn’t bother with the argument as he carried Madisen up the stairs. Madisen had buried her head in his throat, and he could feel her tears wetting it. Clutching her close, he took her outside and straight to Dylan’s SUV.
“Let the cops handle it. You disappear,” Chance was saying to Declan and Dai. They were still arguing when Dylan climbed in and started the engine. Without a word, Dylan sped off, aiming for the hospital.
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“So none will scar her?” Levi asked Doc Paul, who’d arrived the day before. Hellfire had called him yesterday, as they only trusted certain doctors to look after their women. And not doubting they’d find Madisen, they wanted to be prepared.
“Not quite. The bastard cut her good and a lot, but none were deep. Most of them are shallow wounds, but there are two deep ones on her shoulders. Plastic surgery can remove them. It seems he was more about inflicting pain with small cuts and then rubbing vinegar or salt in them. But she’ll heal, Levi. She’s strong,” Doc Paul replied. He clasped forearms with Levi and then went to write up the report.
Levi opened the door to Madisen’s private room and entered.
Derek was sitting by her bed, soothing her hair away from her face and touching her uninjured hand. Madisen’s eyes flicked to him, and a beatific smile shone.
“I knew you’d come. Both of you,” she whispered. Her voice was husky, probably from screaming.
“Told ya, you’re mine. I ain’t letting you go, lady,” Levi said, taking a seat and holding a leg. His gaze landed on her broken right hand. “That was brave of you.”
“If my hand was broken, I couldn’t sign the marriage certificate—or the forged will.”
“Quick thinking. It bought us time. If you hadn’t, I’ve got money; he had a priest waiting,” Derek mumbled.
“Don’t like you being hurt,” Levi stated, and Madisen managed a smile.
“Pain relief is pretty damn good in this place,” she replied. Her smile wobbled and fell. “Did you get him?”
