The trainer’s body makes a sickening thump against the concrete.
“Fucking hell,” Jett snarls. “We forgot to shorten his chains.”
Jett pulls out the remote to his shock collar and, a split second later, Ash is spasming on the floor, all the control he has over his muscles gone as his eyes roll back into his skull.
“I’ll deal with this shitshow,” Jett says, shoving me towards the second wide-eyed trainer. “Take her to see Rage.”
CHAPTER 12
Griffin
I’m barely able to get a wink of goddamn sleep in this place. My mattress at my parents’ house may have been oldand lumpy, and you couldn’t lay on the left side of it ‘cause a spring was poking out, but it was better than the makeshift horse stall they’ve got me locked in.
I don’t know how they expect me to kick ass when I’m sleeping on a pile of itchy ass straw over a concrete floor.
The sky outside is just lightening up with the hint of dawn when there’s a whole lot of commotion going on outside.
I push myself up to my feet, peering through the bars of the metal stall door as the roar of an ATV’s engine driving into the barn echoes off the walls.
There’s a transport cage attached to the back with a slumped figure. Must be another one of the fighters, based on the flash of a metal collar I see around his neck. The skin under it is red and irritated, like they ran that thing at full blast to put him into submission.
Jett and the older-looking trainer open the door and drag him out of the transport cage. He fights against them, but a quick zap with the cattle prod and he’s slumping to the floor.
They move him into his cell, continuing to shock him over and over and fucking over again. He’s silent for a surprising amount of time, but Jett has his roars of pain echoing off the walls soon enough.
“This’ll teach you not to fight back,” Jett snarls. “You fucked with Tony’s spine, pullin’ that move you did.”
Damn. Impressive. I also feel bad for the guy, though. I know how much that fucking cattle prod hurts.
This torture almost seems perfunctory, though. Like Jett’s mind is elsewhere as he does it. He’s just going through the motions until he’s done, leaving the fighter collapsed on the floor before they slam the door shut.
The guy is up surprisingly fast, too.
“You’re fucking monsters,” he spits, pushing himself up and pressing against the bars. “He’sgoing tokillher!”
My hackles rise as I catch a whiff of sweet strawberries on his skin. I know theherhe’s talking about.
Mirabelle.
I have to bite back a protective, possessive growl at the thought of the two of them cuddled up as close as they must’ve been for him to be absolutely drenched in her sugary sweet scent.
What I don’t know is who the hell thishimis.Whoever he is, he sounds like bad fucking news.
I’d assume he’s the third alpha here. The crazy one, considering this guy still seems to be relatively sane.
Jett sneers as he drags the new fighter into his cell.
“Do you really think I give a shit whether she lives or dies?” He scoffs before driving off with the other trainer, leaving the two of us in silence.
“Fuck!” The new fighter roars. There’s a crash, like he’s driving his shoulder into the metal door.
The desperation in his voice makes my pulse race.
“What kinda trouble is she in?” I growl.
His wild gaze cuts to me like he hadn’t noticed me before.
“New guy,” he spits.
