“You were so sure of yourself last time. Please don’t tell me you’ve lost that smart lip of yours already.”
Black’s unmistakable voice comes from an open door, and he walks off, an indication I’m meant to follow.
After a quick glance around, another piece falls into place. We’re at the warehouse from the Kelly event. I’m surprised it’s still standing, given what happened here. The room I was just in is the one where all the animals were being kept. The stench of death wasn’t from the animals, thankfully. I know my O’Connors would have been responsible for the rescue of those innocent animals. Thinking that provides the boost I need, and I step into the room with my chin up.
Black, Sean, James, and two women sit in a row, with a table in front of them. It feels like a setup, because it is. What for, only time will tell.
Black points to a spot on the concrete with a tip of his head, and a smug smile on his ugly face. As I walk there, nothing makes sense—a car parked a distance away, facing a roller door, a pile of pillows in front of a door, and finally an oversized keg with its lid off. The last one is pretty obvious.
“You fell in our laps, and honestly, none of us could have imagined what a diversion you would become. Since you are such a fan of games, I felt this was the least I could do.” He looks entirely too proud of himself. “Three choices. First choice is, you climb into that car, turn the ignition and blow yourself up.Coward’s way out, but it’s popular with other women who snoop where they shouldn’t.”
The arsehole all but confirmed he was responsible for the death of Special Detective Sullivan, the woman Joe spoke off and part of the reason I got sent here. I keep my face a mask. Somehow.
“Option two, you go to the pillows, do what needs doing to get the answers you’ve been desperate for on the other side of that door. The last one—where you put yourself in the keg and we ship you off in exchange for money—saves time but leaves you always wondering what would have been behind the door. I must let you know, your new Alpha is not happy. On top of paying for you, we also had to include the cost of the children you freed and the people you released from this warehouse.”
I clamp my jaw down and keep the fire out of my eyes. Flipping him and his buddies the bird is the easiest decision I’ve made.
From behind me, there’s a rush of movement. In front of me, Black leans forward, pure malevolent joy on his face. It might have sounded like he was giving me an option, but there was never going to be a different outcome. I knew that.
The two men who brought me here have me off my feet in front the stack of cushions before anyone can speak a word. My clothes are ripped off, and I’m pushed to my knees.
Things from fucking terrible to the pits of hell, when one of the Alphas pulls a pistol out while the other unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. And the twisted fuck goes from flaccid to hard before my very eyes.
“Open your mouth, you dirty hoor,” Black croons from his spot at the table. I don’t need to look to know the smile on his face is genuine.
Of course, Sean, the Fanning brother I had a run-in with, gets to his feet and comes closer. His presence is suffocating, his intention matching what a filthy human he is.
“Fuck off out of here,” he snaps at the Alpha fisting himself in front of me. And they trade places. “Give me the camera.”
The one with the pistol hands over a mobile phone.
“Black gave you an order,” Sean hisses down at me, grabbing a handful of my hair and dragging me nearer. “How’d you think Keegan would like seeing you with my cock in your mouth? Or you want the same treatment as I got, a gun pressed between your lips?”
Behind us, a phone rings, and from the corner of my eye, Black starts pacing. Talking seriously, like he’s doing business. But every now and then, his eyes flash this way, and he smiles like he’s in the middle of winning the lottery.
With Black’s callous indifference, a gun pointed at my temple, and the distinctive shutter clicks, what starts happening cements itself as one of the most humiliating and horrifying situations a person can be dragged into.
I close my eyes and take myself to another, safer, happier place in the furthest part of my mind. When I sense the gun being traded for Fanning’s cock, my mind takes me to an entirely different universe.
My conscious struggles to keep my mind open like a sieve, not retaining a lot. I am semi-aware, like watching a movie instead of being a part of it.
Sean keeps filming his abuse. The click of a camera will, for the rest of my days, be a trigger that I will not be able to escape.
The final humiliation is when he presses his hand over my mouth, and I have to decide if suffocating or swallowing is the lesser of two evils. Not even thoughts of faraway fantasy places save me. I fight the need to swallow as long as I can.
Sean steps back and waits until I’m aware again before he zips himself up.
“Cunt.” I spit at him with everything I have left.
“Don’t be like that,” Black scolds from next to us, his pacing and phone call finished. “Put your clothes back on. I’ve got enough photos of you taking that cock like you were born to do it. It must run in the family.”
To spite the prick, I stand up and raise my chin. He and his cronies do not have the power to break me. That privilege squarely belongs to two Alphas, an Omega, and a Beta.
Chapter Fifty-Two
RONIN
Sitting on Tally’s bed, surrounded by her peachy scent, is where I am when Black calls.
