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“I like pain,” a blonde with bright blue eyes murmured as I stepped close.
“I fucking doubt that.” I kept moving. “Very much.”
These women didn’t know what the fuck they liked and Vivienne could easily have been one of them. That fucking nerve pulsed at the corner of my eye as the image of her held down on Daniels’ desk flooded my mind.
They would’ve all taken turns with her that night.
They’d have left her fucking brutalized…then they’d have sent her here. To be whored out and eventually sold. This was where they brought all the problem Daughters, wasn’t it?
I felt sick at the fucking thought.
And goddamn dangerous.
I lifted the gun and moved along the hallway to where rows of rooms and Daughters waited. Because why have one when you can fuck your way through a whole breed of them? Only I wasn’t here to fuck. I was here to hunt.
Movement came from the far end of the hall as a bouncer stepped out from one of the rooms and reached for his fly. One yank and his zipper rose as he snarled. “Next time, you’ll learn to say yes, won’t you?”
I was already lifting my gun, already taking aim as he jerked that cruel gaze to mine. “What the fuck?”
I grabbed his shirt and drove him backwards, all the way until he hit the far wall. “Where the fuck is he?”
He glanced at the doorway behind me. Still, I already felt her slinking from the room and out into the hall.
“Eyes on me, motherfucker. She’s not going to help you now.”
From the corner of my eye, I watched the Daughter come near. The shine of blood drew my focus, making me turn my head for just a second. Her lips were busted, the red mark of a handprint bright on her cheek.
“Please don’t hurt him,” she whispered, fear etched into her tone.
I turned back, shoving my gun hard into his stomach. “Not if he tells me what I want to know. Where is Haelstrom Hale?”
There was a scowl from the bouncer, then a cold fucking smirk. “Why? Did he take your bitch?”
“London,” came the deep, careful tone behind me, accompanied by the heavy thud of boots. “Why don’t we take this into my office?”
The corner of my mouth twitched. And just like that, the cockroaches come…with the right motivation. I fixed on the berating piece of shit and shoved the bouncer hard against the wall. “You like to hit women?” I lifted the gun, then pressed it to his wrist before I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Making sure the bullet shattered the bones and shredded the nerves. “I’ll make sure you never hit anyone…ever again.”
He unleashed a roar, grabbing hold of his arm. I left him in agony, took a step backwards, and turned.
Atwood stood behind me, not once glancing at his ruined bodyguard.
“Fuck you!” The bastard screamed.
“You did us a favor.” Atwood turned around and started walking. “It was time to fire him, anyway.”
I followed as men stumbled from the rooms, some partly dressed, others buck naked with softening hard-ons. I never glanced their way as I left the whorehouse behind and followed Hale’s pimp toward the nightclub. A massive guard stood sentry at the door. One nod from Atwood and he stepped to the side, opening the door for us to walk through.
That heavy beat reverberated, pulsing through my body. I gripped the gun and skirted the barely lit dance floor, sidestepping the dancers. Atwood slipped away, disappearing for a second between the gyrating bodies before I stepped through.
Then he climbed the steps that led to the office and security room on the floor above. I never looked over my shoulder at the packed club, just focused on the man in front of me…a man that’d give me what I wanted…or else.
His fingers moved over the keypad outside the door before he pushed in. The door closed with a heavy thud behind us, instantly blocking out most of the music. Still, I felt it shuddering the floor as we headed past the security room to the office in the back of the place.
Atwood never once faltered, just stepped inside his office and waved to the plush leather seat on the near side of his desk. “You know your way around.” He flopped into the well-cushioned chair behind him and lifted his gaze to mine.
