Across the hall, Raze lunges for one of them. He takes a fist to the face and laughs. “Sluts hit harder than that, you weak fuck.”
The sound of him spitting blood hits the concrete before the chains jerk him back into place. Another Sovereign sends a boot into his ribs. That laugh dies with a grunt.
They drag us from our cells and yank us along.
“Take ‘em up one at a time,” one mutters, gripping me tighter. “These psychos can’t be trusted.”
I’m shoved into the elevator. Guns stay aimed at me the entire ride.
Keep those barrels warm, boys.Because the second I’m loose—I’m bleeding them dry along with anyone associated with their fucking names.
We reach the surface, and the night air punches me in the face as the doors open. A blacked-out armored truck sits waiting, the engine humming. Sterling stands smugly next to it.
I’m thrown into the truck, wrists chained, ankles bound, muscles tense with a need to kill. I twist and plant myself on the bench, teeth bared as I’m strapped in. Raze gets shoved in next, dragged by two men trying not to look rattled.
Then I see Arsen and Wolff. They step into the open truck bay, side by side. Sterling follows behind them like the goddamn Emperor of Shit Mountain.
“I trust you two have the transport handled,” he says, ignoring the way I snarl at him. His gaze finally lands on me. “Priest, you’ve made a fucking mess of things. Don’t expect you’ll come back from this unscathed.”
I grin, blood still crusted in my teeth.
“I fucking hope so.” I don’t bother hiding my excitement at the idea of killing more men.
More Sovereigns approach the truck. Good. Let the fuckers pile in. He’s gonna need every single one of them if he plans on keeping me in this cage.
“Sir, do you think it’s possible she learned her father is still alive?” someone asks Sterling.
My head snaps up.
Her father?
Lev?
My eyes shoot to Arsen.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink. But his jaw ticks—just once.
Something’s wrong.
“Impossible,” Sterling replies without glancing up from the paperwork he’s signing. “She’ll be found. And when she is, she’ll be dealt with. Her and her father—both.”
Another Sovereign nods as Sterling hands him the paperwork. I glare at each of them, hoping my gaze makes them reconsider coming anywhere near me. Something about that last exchange is itching at the back of my mind. It’s not making sense.
“Get comfortable,” Sterling says, his eyes boring into mine. “You’ll be here a while. I have a lot of questions for the two of you, and I'll get the fucking answers I want.”
I jerk against the restraints, aching to snap his neck.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Sterling's expression goes cold as the doors slam shut behind him. The engine revs and the truck lurches forward. I count the turns. Concrete to gravel. Left. Right. Right again.
Wherever they are taking us, it's outside of the fucking city.
“What the fuck is this Arsen?” The words are barely out before the fucker next to me slams a rifle stock into my jaw. Blinding white flashes across my vision. My head snaps to the side. The taste of copper floods my mouth.
I stay still for half a second. Let the pain bloom.
Then I look up at the bastard and smile.
