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“WAIT!” He rushes to the door.
“Do you know how long it takes for a body to burn?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, crying while his bony fingers curl around the bars, trying to yank it open. The smell of burning flesh already fills the hallway outside of his cell.
I smile. “You’re about to find out.” Then we all walk away, leaving her in there with him, screaming for us to put her out. The heat alone will be excruciating. I’ll wait until tomorrow to give him his daily amount of water. Maybe he’ll have more to say then. Even once she stops burning, the smoke will linger, and the smell…it’ll be hell in there. Literally. I’d say it’d kill him, but he can get fresh air through the door. And if he dies, he dies.
We all enter our office, and I walk to my desk. I catch sight of the picture on my desk of the four of us from years ago. The one Elli had seen when she visited. It’s our senior year at Barrington. She’s got a smile on her face. The guys aren’t smiling, but you can see how protective they are of her. I knew that if anything ever happened to me, they would make sure she was taken care of. That’s all I ever wanted. To make sure that she got everything I ever wanted her to have—the world.
Now she’s gone. Naked, bleeding, and probably crying. She needs me, and I’m nowhere to be found. Maybe Haidyn was right…I should have never brought her back here. She deserves a life outside of here. Without me.
Grabbing my computer, I throw it across the room, and it shatters one of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Saint.” Tyson places his hand on my shoulder, and I jump, spinning around to see them all just staring at me.
“What’s the word on Haidyn?” I ask.
“Devin still has him in surgery,” Kashton answers.
We saw the video with the guy holding a gun to Haidyn’s head while Devin gave him a shot of adrenaline. We watched him wake up and Devin dig the bullet out. Then the video ended. Once we arrived, everyone who was involved in both videos was gone.
“Maybe he can tell us something…”
“It could be days before he’s awake.” I interrupt Kashton. But a part of me knows that he might know something.
“What can we do?” Sin asks.
I run a tatted hand down my face. “We’re going to check every cell. Every person that is here at Carnage.”
“For what exactly?” Ryat is the one who asks this time.
“Anything. Ask them what they know. If you even think they’re lying, we take something from them.” This place isn’t called Carnage for nothing. I’ll collect heads and hang them on the fucking wall. Make my wife a bouquet with them for her return because I will bring her home. I’ve done it once; I’ll do it again. No matter what it costs me.
* * *
I kickboth doors open to the house not caring about giving myself away. I know she’s here. Finn was able to track her down an hour ago. It took me that long to get here.
Two men sit on couches in the living room, and I’m able to put a bullet between each of their eyes before they’re able to get me.
Another one jumps out from a side door, and he gets a shot off before I put one in his knee. He drops to the floor, and I land another in his chest.
A guy rushes me from the hall, and I put two into him. A third goes into the back of his head as he falls to the floor, making sure he’s taken care of as well.
I head toward the hallway that he came from and come to a quick stop when I see her at the other end of the hall.
“Sa-int.” She speaks my name, but it sounds like the first word she’s said in days. Her wide eyes go to my left arm, and I look down at it to see blood drip from my fingertips. I’ve been shot, but I don’t feel it. Not yet. My adrenaline is too high. “You’re—” A man stands behind her and places a hand over her mouth. The fact that she doesn’t fight him tells me what I feared. She’s weak.
“I’m fine,” I assure her. She’s naked, dirty, and trembling.
The man behind her grabs a hold of her matted hair. I swallow when I see him lift a gun and press the barrel into her hollow cheek. She looks so skinny. It’s only been a day, but it looks like she’s been starved for weeks.
I drop my gun to my side. “Ashtyn.” I manage to say her name, but it’s soft as my eyes sweep over her naked body. She’s covered in bruises and cuts like she’s been beaten. My worst fear comes to life.
“Don’t take another step, or I’ll give her a new hole in her face for me to fuck,” the guy holding her orders.
My teeth grind, and I look over her again once more. She’s not shaking or the least bit scared. Is she drugged? Or did I take too long, and she’s come to terms and accepted a life of being raped and beaten? The thought makes me pissed at myself, and my heart breaks for her.
“Get on your knees,” he orders.
