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They come home with me.
“Money?” Legacy asks.
I almost laugh because I know, without a doubt, Legacy wants to get paid before we fuck shit up. Christopher wasn’t wrong when he said being legit didn’t pay all that great. However, we’re building something, and it will sustain us. It will eventually catapult us, so I’m not worried about money.
“Money,” Christopher murmurs. I watch as he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out three envelopes.
Shifting my gaze to Logan, I watch him, trying to gauge whether he is waiting for the feds or if that was all bullshit the way I suspect it is. Nobody is coming to do a raid to arrest anyone. This was all bullshit.
After everything I’ve learned about the asshole, I am pissed off he played us.
Played me.
Played his own goddamn sister.
Sucking in a breath, I watch as Christopher hands an envelope to Legacy, Diaz, and Logan. Then he turns toward the women and begins to walk around them. They’re all huddled together, attempting to cling to one another and stay out of his perusing gaze.
I don’t blame them. I can’t imagine being a woman and standing naked in front of a group of men as I’m chained up and not able to go anywhere. Keeping my attention on Christopher, I see the moment his gaze lands on Thunder.
“You,” he calls out.
She lifts her head, her eyes finding his. He raises his hand, curling his finger in a come-hither motion, and she breaks away from the crowd of women, though she only takes a few steps before she’s forced to stop, the chains hindering her from going any farther.
“Who are you?” he asks. “You’re stunning.”
Hellcat’s low growl can be heard, but he can’t say a fucking word because not only is she there as a spy, but he has also made it clear he doesn’t want to keep her for himself. So, he doesn’t say anything, but his energy is very much on fucking edge.
“Madelyn,” she whispers.
Fuck me. I never knew Thunder’s real name.
Christopher lifts his hand, his index finger extending before he drags it down her body. Touching the center of her throat, sliding between her breasts before it travels down to the top of her pussy.
I can hear her breath hitch from where I’m standing several feet away.
When he slips two fingers inside of her, all bets are fucking off. I reach for my gun. I can’t even get it out of the holster before a shot rings out and Christopher drops to the floor. Then it’s fucking on.
REESE
One loud pop.
Then two.
Then three.
Then dozens.
Gunshots.
Tears stream down my face, though I’m not sure how I have any more inside of my body, considering I haven’t had any water in a while. My stomach clenches, my body trembles, and I send a silent plea to whoever is out there that they find me.
I lose track of how many gunshots. Until I hear none.
Silence surrounds me again.
That’s when I decide to do something. Lifting my hands between myself and the small door, I ball them into fists and bang on the metal. It’s not even a wooden door. I don’t know if I’ll be heard, but I can only try.
I don’t bother screaming, not yet. I feel like I should save my voice because there is no doubt that I may need it soon. I don’t know who won the gunfight. If anyone did. Pinching my eyes closed, I continue to slam my fists against the door over and over.
