Page 122 of The Merciless King

I shake my head and make my way down to Amy. She begins to sob, reaching through the bars for me. I grip her arms and stare at her stained face.

“Buttercup,” I say, tears building in my eyes.

Fuck, I can’t believe I found her.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” I say, letting the tears finally fall down my face.

Then she collapses on the ground, and I crouch on the floor holding her until the feds arrive.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

GIANNA

“Let me out,” I scream at the guard as he holds a gun to my head. “My father will kill you.”

“Shut up,” he growls, pushing me onto the floor of the vehicle. “Stay fucking quiet or we’re both dead.”

At this point, I really don’t care.

My brain is scrambling to understand what I heard in the warehouse. My father’s warehouse.

I know.

I know what it was.

I want to vomit. I want to scream. I want to understand what is going on.

They are women. A lot of them.

Suffering.

Why?

You know why.

I push back the bile rising in my throat.

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