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The man’s eyes flickered away. “It’s hard to say. Many of the victims were badly burned upon arrival. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be of much more help in this case agent…”
“Baas,” Sebastian stated softly. His lips curved into a slow smile. “The files claim you pronounced Miss McAvay dead shortly after her arrival. Is that right?”
The man’s chin lifted in thought. “I don’t recall.”
Sebastian smirked, his piercing green eyes boring into the physician’s. “That is why I am here. Where is the body, Dr. Pollaski? In all of the reports, there is no evidence of her corpse ever reaching the morgue. No photographs of the autopsy.” His gaze narrowed. “No indication whatsoever that she ever entered this hospital, dead or alive.”
“Someone must have botched things up downstairs. I am sorry, Agent Baas, but that’s not my department. Nor is it my problem.”
For a moment, he pondered jamming a gun under the bastard’s chin and asking if that was a big enough problem for him. Instead, he struggled to pull in the reins on his raging temper.
“No?” Sebastian asked, stepping into the man. He was surprised when the doctor didn’t budge. Looking up at him, he could feel the cold glint spark in his eyes. It was the only warning he was apt to give, and the look was usually enough to make people cave. “Let me tell you what is your problem. I love that woman. She was carrying my child, and I have every reason to suspect she’s being held somewhere against her will. The men that have her will beat and torture her until there is nothing left. Perhaps that is not a concern in your eyes, but I assure you hindering my attempts to investigate her disappearance at this point will pose a very definite problem for you.”
Dr. Pollaski regarded him for a long moment. His gaze flickered ever so briefly to the photo before he shook his head. “I truly am sorry. I wish I could be of more assistance to you.”
Sebastian flashed him a cold smile. “I am sure your family will wish the same. Funny thing about security tapes, Wayne. They are everywhere nowadays, and unlike people, they have no reason to lie.”
~*~*~*~
Taylor lie awake, too terrified to sleep despite the exhaustion wracking her body and the determined pull of her eyelids. She had to find a way out of this room. She had to find a way to protect herself and her baby. Her stomach cramped, twisting with demanding hunger pains. Neither of them would last long without food or water. The pain of losing Sebastian was bad enough, but the thought of her baby’s sweet, innocent little body withering away inside her was more than she could bear. Maddened by a combination of fury and grief, she screamed into the darkness and raged against her restraints.
It didn’t take long before the door burst open and a powerful surge of light filled the room. Stilling, Taylor regarded the man staring back at her with wild eyes. He was broad, stocky, and bordered on the edge of being overweight. His wide, flat features were somewhat familiar. She’d seen him once or twice before, but his name wasn’t one she could place. Deciding that made him inconsequential, she turned her head and looked the other way.
His name didn’t matter. His rank didn’t matter. All that mattered was escaping this godforsaken death pit. Revulsion crawled through her as she listened to his heavy footsteps pound against the floor. Blunt fingertips gouged into her cheeks, bruising her face as he wrenched it his way.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he snarled. “Unless you’re wanting some extra attention in here, princess, I suggest you shut the fuck up.”
Her eyes narrowed. Her chest burning with unspoken hatred and anger, Taylor attempted to wrench her face free. The man’s hold tightened and he leaned down until his entire body loomed over hers.
“You got a real fire in you huh, kitten? Well I got news for you, honey. I ain’t Sebastian. You keep giving me shit and I’m going to beat the prettiness right out of that fucking face. You hear me?”
He released her cheeks only to settle a hand over her breast. The other clamped over her nose and mouth, smothering her screams as his fingers bit down in a brutal squeeze. Laughing, he swung one leg out and straddled her, his heavy bulk pinning her to the floor. Realizing his intent, her terror mounted. Fury mingled with the disgust roaring through her veins.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll just fuck you raw. Tear that sweet little pussy of yours to shreds.”
Her muffled protests vibrated against his hand as the other pushed lower to ram between her legs. Panic set in. Taylor bucked violently beneath him, thrashing with her efforts to throw him off balance and unseat him. He teetered but the unstableness did nothing to thwart his attempts to pry her thighs apart. Triumphant, he grinned down at her while her head spun from a lack of oxygen and air.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
The cavernous boom of Marx’s voice froze them both. The reaction was fleeting. Releasing her face, the man scrambled off her and sprung to his feet. Taylor’s heart thudded furiously as she sucked in greedy, heaving gasps of air.
“I asked you a question, Bradley,” the leader stated, his tone flat.
“Nothing is going on, sir. The bitch was acting out, so I decided to have a little fun with her. That’s all.”
Marx nodded, his dark gaze flickering in her direction. The generous swell of his mouth curved in amusement as he regarded her. She wanted to, but her anger wouldn’t let her look away. Instead, she fought to catch the remainder of her breath and held his stare until he swung it back to her assailant.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Bradley, but you won’t be putting your dick inside her.”
“What? Why not?” the man shot back. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about giving her back to Sebastian.”
The humor on Marx’s face vanished. In the blink of an eye, his brow lowered, his jaw hitched, and he charged toward the man, his features contorting into a livid mask. He barreled Bradley into a corner and jabbed a hard forefinger into the man’s chest.
“I already lost one man to that toxic cunt. I’m not going to risk that poisonous twat of hers infecting someone again. You can rape her with whatever goddamn object you please. I don’t give a damn what you do to her, but if I even suspect your cock is getting close, I will cut the fucking thing off. Is that clear?” Marx snarled, pushing the man back even harder with a forceful shove to his shoulders.
Any relief Taylor felt died upon hearing the commander’s words and seeing the cruel gleam ignite in the other man’s eyes. He fully intended to make the best of the freedom he was given. That much was painfully clear. Trying to mask her disappoint
ment and fear, she turned her attention to the ground. Sebastian would find her. She took comfort from that thought and knowing when he did, he was going to take great pleasure in making the demented bastards pay.
~*~*~*~
The guards at the front doors struggled to fight Sebastian back and keep him at bay. The loud ratchet of Rupert’s rifle clicked behind him, lending them both pause. He could feel the fury and hatred blazing in his eyes as he propelled one of the men backward with a hard shove. The guard bounced off the door, his expression stunned while his counterpart scrambled to step between them and make peace.
“You have two seconds to get the fuck out of my way before we start shooting,” Sebastian warned, his voice coming in a hostile rasp. “That blowup across town the other day killed my fiancée and nearly cost my life. Until Marx decides to pull his head out of his ass and assign me some security of my own, the asshole behind me stays.”
“Th-that’s not the problem, sir.”
“No?” he asked, cocking his head and pressing closer. “Do you want to tell me what is?”
“Marx said you were a little unstable after everything that happened. He said you needed to take a few days to pull yourself together, Agent Baas.” He swallowed and quickly covered his tracks. “Those were his words, sir. Not mine.”
The fear rolling off the man deepened as Sebastian forced a cold smile. The guard’s knees shook slightly, making his pant legs shimmy.
Reaching up, he patted the man’s cheek. “I am going in now, Roger. If you want to, you can try to stop me. Otherwise, I suggest you and your partner stand out here and enjoy the rest of your day.”
Getting no response, he pushed through the doors with Rupert hot on his trail. He wound his way through the dismal corridors, listening for any signs of Taylor and ignoring the bewildered stares of his men. He looked like shit. He knew that. He hadn’t eaten or slept in two days. His every waking minute was spent searching for Taylor or rocking himself through the immense spells of grief her absence inflicted. He’d showered, but he hadn’t shaved and his hair stood out on his head in wild disarray. He looked every bit the deranged madman Marx claimed him to be and, at the moment, he was every bit as dangerous.
