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“No,” he immediately protested with a stern shake of his head. “Unless I turn up dead after tonight, you don’t tell her shit about this. Warn her about Ginger. Let her know that Father’s hot on her trail and that you and I are doing everything we can to contain the outcome.”
“And what am I supposed to tell her when she calls me bitching because she can’t contact you? What if she shows up at the club looking for you?”
“Then fucking improvise, Finn. Tell her something, anything but the fucking truth.”
I reflexively rolled my eyes. If Damien didn’t butcher him tonight, or for his sake, at all, then Samara sure as fuck would.
“Okay, man, whatever. Either way, it’s your funeral.”
He flipped me off with both middle fingers. Before leaving him to hopefully not rot, I caught his offer with both hands and tucked it safely away in my pockets. Despite the situation, Jace chuckled and called me a jackass. I gave him a goodbye salute then made the short trek out of the cellar and rounded the path leading back to the front door.
“Where’s the boss?” I asked Baxter when I walked inside.
“Basement,” he answered, confirming my prediction. “Go through the dining room and through the kitchen. There’s a door that opens into a laundry room, and then another door on the left that leads to the basement. You shouldn’t miss it.”
I nodded my thanks and took the descriptive route, opening a door to find a set of stairs leading down to what obviously had to be the basement. The room was about the size of a studio apartment with cinder block walls. The flooring was solid concrete, and there were no windows. The only exit was through the way I’d come in.
Cindy was in the heart of the room, slumped forward on her knees, her arms raised and shackled just like that poor girl on the second floor. Thankfully, her clothes were still intact, but as far as everything else…
I hardly recognized her.
She’d been bludgeoned by Damien’s fists, which were painted bright red in her blood. Her hair was tied back, but there was so much blood, I couldn’t identify a single feature on her face.
Not one.
“Is she dead?”
Damien spun around to face me as I departed from the bottom step, his busted and battered eyes wild. “No,” he distastefully growled. “Fortunately, she isn’t.”
“Did she talk?”
“She didn’t get the chance to. I decided to use her as a punching bag instead.”
My jaw clenched at his words. It was hard not to grab my gun and blow his fucking brains all over the cement.
“What now?” I asked thickly.
“We wait until she’s conscious enough for interrogation. Given her condition, it’ll be a few days before that’s possible. Maybe longer.”
“And Jace? Is he leaving with me or are you keeping him locked in the cellar?”
“He stays,” he whispered in a warped, demonic sneer, giving me a perfect view of his two missing bottom teeth as he bared them at me. “A few days of unattended isolation is exactly what that disgraceful sperm needs to rewire his intellect.”
I regretfully nodded, expectant of that response, albeit it was theunattended isolationpart that worried me a little. If nobody returned to check on him, then that meant Jace, well, aside from wine, wouldn’t have any food or water fordays.
This malicious fuck was going to starve him.
“Boss, if I may—”
“You may not,” he viciously admonished.
“Respectfully,” I continued, which made Damien coil up and dagger me sharply. “He’s upset, Boss. Surely you understand why.”
A muscle that was painful for even me to watch popped along his jaw. “The reason for Jace’s impudence has not been overlooked. I understand it just fine. Now, if that’s all, Finn, then you’re free to go.”
“Yeah, about that.” I cleared my throat, straightening my spine as he carelessly grabbed his ridiculously expensive suit jacket and used it to clean the blood off his hands. “I rode with Jace here. My car is at the club.”
“Ah, that’s right. Gregory is still outside. He’ll give you a ride back. I assume Jace has his keys, yes?”
