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“Oops. My bad. You know how I get.”
Jinx barked a laugh.
Lock increased the pressure on the man’s chest again. This time, he swore he heard a crack. Another scream from Oliver confirmed it. There went a rib. Sweat broke out on the man’s forehead, and his skin had turned an ashen gray. Great and all, but they still didn’t know where Brenna was.
Lock bent closer to Oliver, who cried and moaned. Spittle dripped from the corner of his mouth. “Where the fuck is she?”
“I didn’t do it,” he wailed. “She wasn’t supposed to be there.” He sounded near delirious from the pain.
“Where?” He slapped the side of Oliver’s face hard. “Where wasn’t she supposed to be?”
“T-they’ll kill me.”
“The fuck you think we’re gonna do?” Spec asked a second before another shot rang out. This time, the bullet lodged itself in Oliver’s hip.
He screamed again. “Stop! Stop! No more,” he sobbed. “I’ll tell you. No more.”
Fucking finally.
Lock removed his boot from the man’s chest. Oliver sucked in a huge breath, then moaned and cried harder as his ribs expanded.
“Talk or you get another,” Spec ordered, not an ounce of sympathy present.
Not that Lock had any, either.
“This one might hit your tiny dick.”
“I owed money,” Oliver whispered.
Jinx snorted. “Yeah, we know, Ollie. That’s how all this shit started.”
“No. More. A lot of money.”
Lock tilted his head. “How much?”
“Quarter million. They said they’d erase my debt if I helped them.”
Fuck. This wasn’t going to be good. “Helped with what?”
Oliver’s pained gaze met his. “Getting the women.”
His blood ran cold, and he staggered back.
Spec leaped off the recliner. “Explain fucking faster,” he shouted, placing the barrel of the gun in the center of Oliver’s forehead.
“Okay, okay. Um, they have an auction beneath the club. They get the women there. Drug their drinks and take them downstairs. Buyers come and pay a fuckton of money for a few hours with them. No rules. They can do whatever they want as long as the women don’t die.”
Lock gagged.
“You fucking piece of shit,” Ty spoke up for the first time.
“I owed so much money,” Oliver whispered as though that could justify participating in human trafficking.
“How’d you get Brenna?” Lock asked in a voice he barely recognized.
“She came by the club. It’s the same place I played poker. I never told her where it was, but she overheard me once and showed up all pissed off. I’m guessing she wanted to talk about the lawsuit.
Lock doubled over, planting his hands on his knees as bile rose in his throat.
