“You’re…you’re getting married,” I say, the question desperately hanging on the end of the statement, hopeful a choice is an option.
“Yeah.” He nods, walking backwards with a grin. “But not to who they think.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TYLER
Sunny’s wordsecho in my mind as I sit in front of a man dangling from chains. My final prey of the four I’ve been hunting over the last few weeks.
You spend all your time saving everyone but yourself.Little does she know, saving people is how I save myself, too. It gives me purpose.
A simple hack of the club’s cameras the night Sam was drugged identified each of the guys responsible for what happened to her and what almost happened to her. They wanted to play Russian roulette with their dicks and see which one of them could get her pregnant to merge their blood with the Caddell line.
Sam wasn’t their first target, and she certainly wouldn’t have been their last had they not ended up in the basement of my gym. In my interrogation room where they spill their secrets because they succumbed to pain.
So here I am, sitting before guy four of four as he pleads for me to give him grace. He tells me to let him go free and that if I do he will change himself for the better. I know he won’t. They never do.
Max Chambers is just like his father and brothers. He takes what he wants, when he wants, and doesn’t think of the repercussions. If you want to take, you have to be fucking smart about it, and he just simply isn’t. His stupidity got him here, not me. He knew it was coming, it was just a matter ofwhen.
The moment he slipped the pills in my sister’s drink was the moment he gave himself a death sentence.
“I’ll give you intel on some sick fucks. I know a lot of people you can take down!” The guy begs.
Just as everything has tiers, so does our world. He is the middle end of the rich. A trust fund baby that won’t be missed.
“Go on,” I urge him calmly, crossing my arms over my chest as false hope rounds his blue eyes.
Letting out a waivered breath, he tries to adjust himself. “There’s a gentlemen’s club.”
“There’s a lot of those, Max.” I lean back in my chair. I notice my tactical pants are splattered in blood.
“It’s called Barton’s Babes. Lots of guys go there to get their drugs from him. Lots of guys your company has contracted with.” He licks his chapped lips. “You could cut ties with them. If you take him down, you can have access to all those buyers and help the women there against their will. I can get you inside,” he says hopefully.
The thing is, I already know this. Barton’s Babes is an extremely high-end club where you need an invitation to even know it exists or gain access. The criterion for an invite is meeting a certain income a year, which I surpassed a long time ago. Two drinks max to avoid unnecessary drama and a mandatory five-hundred-dollar minimum cover which doesn’t include services or drinks.
It’s a place all these rich fucks go to so they can get what their wives won’t give them. Anything additional comes at a cost, and you can be denied a service by a woman if she isn’t comfortable with it.
“Is that where you got your drugs, Max?” I ask.
His eyes fill with fear and his body trembles. “It was a mistake!” he yells as I stand up from my chair.
“It’s only a mistake to you because you got caught.” I stand to my full height, getting inches from his face.
His panicked eyes move back and forth, searching for a semblance of hope in my own. But all he will be met with is calm darkness.
These things don’t piss me off. I’m not angered. I’mrepulsed.
“No! I know what I did was wrong! I’ll do better. I’ll work under you so you can see! I’ll do anything you ask. I’m so sorry! Please, our fathers are friends, they will know what you did!” He thrashes in his chains, rattling them.
“Our fathers aren’t friends, they are business partners, there’s a difference.”
“Please, let’s just talk this through. We can work out a deal! Please.”
I smile becauseoh the irony.
“See, you didn’t listen to my sister when she begged you. So why should I listen to you when you beg me?”
The air fills with his stench and pleads, but I don’t care. I look down to see the guy pissed himself.
