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I shake my head. “If I could hack into the GPS capsules, why didn’t I just kill every one of you? Think about it logically, please.”
“That was a threat, sir! Let me take him out,” Paxton says eagerly, leaning forward.
Artemis freezes him with a look. “Interrupt me again, and I’ll takeyouout.” Paxton bows his head respectfully, and he sinks back into his seat, but I see a flare of hatred in his eyes. Solomon stifles a snicker, and Paxton’s lip curls in a snarl of frustration.
Damn. This family is as cuddly as a box of scorpions.
Artemis focuses his attention on me. “I will have to insist on the new identities and location you provided the chef and his family. If you were telling the truth, you were within your right to strike as you did. But I don’t know you very well, and as patriarch, it is my obligation to verify that our rules are being followed. And the lives of the chef and his whore and their brat are meaningless. Family before all.”
I anticipated this, so I give him half the truth. I tell him the names that I provided them with so they could leave the country, and the address of the house that I rented for them in Bulgaria. But I don’t tell him the names on the second set of fake passports which they were to use as soon as they arrived in the country.
Artemis nods. “This meeting is adjourned,” he announces. “Bastien, why don’t you and I take a walk and enjoy the sunshine on this glorious day?”
I have to physically restrain myself from rolling my eyes. I’d rather enter a pit of vipers than walk anywhere with this man. But I’ll play the part of a good Franklin.
The vile men file out of the room, and when they’re gone, I follow Artemis out into the gardens. We stroll the grounds for about half an hour, chatting about the history of the place, until one of his men calls Artemis over.
After Artemis confers with the man, he returns to me. “It seems you were telling the truth. However, they never arrived at the address you gave us. They’ve disappeared.”
I shrug. “I gave them quite a bit of cash, and I’m sure that they prefer to hide out in a place where nobody from the Franklin family can find them.”
He eyes me keenly but eventually nods.
We’re walking back to the house as we speak. “We’ve got some entertainment planned. Come join me.” There’s something in his tone that I don’t like. And I hope I am not going to have to turn down yet another one of the offerings of their “sinners.”
I can’t give them any reason to kill me now.
Artemis leads me through the house into a dimly lit BDSM dungeon room. It’s big and sprawling, with the same equipment I have at Dark Desires. St. Andrew’s crosses, restraint stations, OB/GYN-type chairs, spanking benches, sex swings, and the like. There’s also a bar, a tuxedoed bartender serving drinks, and leather couches and chairs.
Half a dozen women are scattered around the room, and most of the Franklin men are gathered around them, double-teaming and, in some cases, triple-teaming them. Groans of pleasure from the men, and sobs and cries from the women, drift through the air. The air smells of semen and sweat, and today, it unsettles me.
I spot Maria on her hands and knees, servicing Senator Franklin with her mouth while Judge Franklin takes her from behind. There are whip marks on her smooth round buttocks, and Franklin’s squeezing her ass cheeks so hard his fingers are sinking into her skin. Tears of pain run down her cheeks, but she never stops sucking.
A man named Thomas, who’s balls deep in a brunette’s mouth, glances at Artemis as we walk by him. “We need more sinners. We’re running low.” Thomas grins at him. “You’re running low.” Then he smacks the top of her head. “Suck harder, girl!” She whimpers in misery and renews her efforts.
I don’t know her supposed sin, but I want to cut off his hand and shove it up his dick for how he treats her.
Why am I suddenly growing some irritating conscience?
Camille.
“The new patriarch will provide them, of course.” Artemis smiles at him.
The man is too engrossed in pleasure to respond with anything but, “Of course.” His attention returns to the brunette who’s choking on his thick cock. “Oh yeah, that’s more like it.” Thomas closes his eyes and tips his head back.
When we reach the center of the room, where Paxton and Solomon stand by an upright rectangular rack, I go stiff with anger, and it takes everything I have not to explode on the spot.
Camille is strapped to the rack. Naked, arms stretched above her, legs splayed open, with a big red ball gag in her mouth. Her eyes are huge with fright, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I will fucking kill every last one of them.
CHAPTER25
Bastien
I suckin a breath and fix my gaze on Artemis. “I told you, I do not share.” There’s an edge of steel to my voice. Any show of weakness right now will be the end of me—and Camille.
“And I toldyou, this is a family tradition.” His voice is ever so polite and cultivated. He glances at Solomon and Paxton. “Which one of you wants to go first? I know, two at once. Of course, you’re welcome to join in.” Paxton smirks at me, his face twisting in malicious glee.
