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Callen types it in. With a satisfying click, the door swings open, but this isn’t the freedom I expected.
Freddie’s imposing figure stands in the doorway. As usual, he’s impeccably dressed and hasn’t broken a sweat. His pale blue shirt is rolled up around his elbows, and the top buttons have fallen open to reveal his tanned skin. Even when he’s taking a risk by breaking into an assassin’s house, he looks like he’s stepped straight out of the pages of a magazine.
Next to him, Callen’s blue eyes glint menacingly. He’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a postal logo printed on the front paired with three-quarter-length shorts, the opposite of his usual rugged biker look. His beard and hair have grown longer, giving the impression he’s been sleeping rough for weeks. In his tatted arms, Penelope whimpers in a headlock, looking to me for help.
I step from behind Bram and growl, “Let her go.”
Freddie’s gaze sweeps across the cell and lands on me. His jaw hardens, looking me up and down, and his lip curls in disapproval. He looks straight through me like I’m a total stranger. The man who cared for me and spent a night focused entirely on my pleasure has vanished. An icy statue stands in his place. I don’t recognise this man.
Callen laughs coldly, tightening his grip on Penelope until her face turns purple.
“Would you like to swap places, princess?” Callen challenges.
And unlike Freddie, Callen hasn’t changed at all.
CHAPTER47
CALLEN
There she is.
My princess.
She steps from behind Bram like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Her skin is ghostly pale with a translucent quality, accentuating the redness of her hair, and her eyes are ringed with a bluish hue.
Bram looks like he’s done rounds in a boxing ring. He’s shirtless with new scars, wearing torn trousers, and has a bloody piece of fabric wrapped around his thigh. Although he’s still a giant beast, he’s lost weight—so maybe now I stand a chance of beating him in an arm wrestle.
“Don’t hurt her, Callen,” Ivy says. “She’s not an agent.”
What gives her the right to think she can bargain with me? I’ll murder this wriggling Killers Club scum in my arms just to prove a point.
“And how do you expect us to believe a word you say, Ivy?” Freddie counters coldly.
Ivy recoils when he speaks, flinching like she’s stepped out in a snowstorm. Poor princess isn’t getting royal treatment anymore. She needs to be put in her place.
“You don’t have to believe me,” Ivy replies, refusing to back down like the stubborn, no-shit-taking bitch I know she is. Man, she’s hot. “But I know you don’t want to kill innocent people. That’s not what the Dukes stand for.”
I scoff. “Don’t pretend that you know us.”
“Fine.” She shoots a look of pure hatred in my direction that makes my cock stir, reminding me of the first time we fucked. “Do you want to stand around arguing some more or get the fuck out of here? If we don’t leave soon, we’ll all be dead.”
I glance at Freddie for approval, cocking my head to the side. He nods curtly. I smash Penelope on the side of her head with the butt of my gun—it’ll make her dizzy for a few days, but it wasn’t hard enough to cause a severe injury. She slumps to the ground, unconscious, at my feet.
“I never said you were coming with us,” Freddie says. “We’re not here to rescue you. We came for Bram.”
Suddenly, Bram slips his hand into Ivy’s. Freddie’s eyes rest on their interlocked fingers, and a vein twitches in his forehead. Freddie’s gaze scorches into Bram, who stares straight back. Bram can’t speak, but his stance is clear. He won’t leave without her.
“It looks like you’ve ticked another Duke off your list,” I goad her. “Did you think there was a prize for fucking the full set? Our cocks aren’t bingo numbers.”
Bram growls and tightens his grip on her.She comes with us.
“We need to go,” Ivy presses. “They’ll know you’re here already, and whether you admit it or not, I’m the best chance you have at getting out alive.”
“And you expect us to trust you?” Freddie asks. His voice is thick with sarcasm. “How do we know you’re not leading us into another trap?”
Bram tenses and shakes his head.
I’ve never seen him so worked up before. What did Ivy do to capture him under her spell in the cell? His time in captivity has finally made him grow a pair of balls... and get laid. I’ve heard about his time in the army, but maybe this experience will draw him out from behind his keyboard again.
