Page 53 of Mercy & Her Devils

What if someone sees us?

Yet Antonio seems supremely confident as he swaggers with us in his grip.

It’s the first time that I’ve felt like he’s a guard, and the irony is that I know now that he’s never been a guard in the first place.

He’s a criminal.

An outlaw.

Mafia.

Shit.

When my breath stutters, Lark tightens his hold on my waist.

“Keep walking,” Antonio orders.

He keeps looking steadily ahead, but I can tell that he’s hyper alert in case we come across another guard.

What will we do if that happens?

Can we fight our way out?

Well, can Antonio (and possibly Lark), fight their way out?

I’m more likely going to be slumped on the floor using glares as daggers.

Unlike the laid back, rumpled Beta who I’ve got used to dropping by my cell, now we’re on this daring break out, Antonio appears transformed into someone entirely different.

Lark growls, but we both obey.

Is Antonio truly rescuing us, or is this a trick?

What’s at the end of this corridor?

After everything that’s happened to me, it’s hard to trust anyone.

Nothing’s worse than being separated from Lark in an auction, however, so I’ll take my chances with Antonio.

When the walkie-talkie that’s hooked to Antonio’s belt crackles to life, he drops his hand from my neck.

I glance around at him, but he gestures at me to keep walking with a serious expression.

He unhooks the radio and holds it to his mouth. “Yeah, boss?”

“Where the hell are you?” Connall’s furious voice explodes. “Why did you tell Sanderson that you had permission to take the Broks out of the cell?”

“Fletcher wants me to get them prettied up ready for the two packs who win them at the auction,” Antonio smoothly lies. “To be honest, boss, they need a bath, shampoo, and at least a month’s worth of hot meals.”

Connall snorts. “I don’t know why he’s bothering. They won’t live out the month anyway.”

Both Lark and I freeze.

We won’t survive a month?

Lark pulls me closer against his side.

Antonio turns off the radio, sharply.

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