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Harvey’s perfect pies.
The Auction House.
Those names I knew, chat rooms for sick bastards like Hale. Men who bought, sold, and traded women like a commodity. But there were some names I didn’t recognize.
The Machine.
The Night Shift.
House Rules.
Those chat rooms were buzzing. I scowled and leaned closer.
Mr. Bright: Mine are awol. Devices not responding. I have a search and find team out but so far, nothing.
“What’s that about?” I nodded to the screen.
The asshole turned slowly, meeting my stare, not answering. “He said you can stay here, not that I answer to you.”
A twitch came at the corner of my eye.
Harvey Osborn: Mine too. Someone is commanding the Sons. We need to find out who.
The Sons?
A pang tore across my chest. I glanced from the screen to the chatty bastard in front of me. “You’re tracking Sons?”
He turned away. Typing out a response.
Mr. Davis: Mine haven’t responded for over twelve hours. Does anyone have any information on who they might’ve been talking to, or where they’ve been meeting? Any information would be appreciated.
Heat filled my cheeks as I slowly sat down, mesmerized by the flow of information that was coming from comment after comment. The Sons were never spoken about, not even from Hale. They felt like a hidden secret, from the orphanages to the training camps they were forced to endure.
I’d asked about them, but I never pushed.
Because they weren’t the target. No, Hale’s black ops site was.
“How many are out there?” I asked softly.
He glanced my way. “Sons or buyers?”
Buyers? I winced at the term. My voice turned husky. “Sons.”
He gave a shrug and answered, leaning forward to pull up a file on the screen beside him. “Who knows, a lot of them didn’t survive.”
I stared at the image that appeared. The place wasn’t a training camp, it was a concentration camp. Emaciated young boys stood dressed in baggy soldier’s clothes staring back at me with unhinged looks. Two stood out from the rest, one small and skinny with piercing blue eyes, the other slightly bigger, his dark eyes glinting with rage. His lips were curled, his fists clenched. He stood slightly in front of his brother, protecting him.
I know them.
The words rose.
“The main orphanage,” the merc beside me murmured. “Sure glad the bitch who ran that fucking place is dead now.”
I jerked my gaze to him.
He stared at the image on the screen. “That woman sure as hell didn’t deserve to live.”
A shiver raced through my chest. I turned back to the chatter, drawn into the information that came. The more that did, the more the merc beside me took notice. He punched in information, pulling up maps and making data points. Typing furiously as I watched.
