Page 411 of Master of My Life

A flash of light blinded Chase before a searing pain swept through his head and his mind went

blank.

Chase groaned and turned on his side. Something stuck to his face and he swatted it away. Grass. He

slowly opened his eyes to the darkness. White figures surrounded him. Beyond them, the golden glow

of fire and sounds of women screaming.

“Chase?”

Chase slowly turned his head toward a man saying his name, wincing at the throbbing in his head

and the ache in his ribs. A white blur slowly came into focus. “Richard? What happened? Where am

I?”

“Apparently Damian expected our arrival.” He motioned around him. “He prepared a place to

hold us.”

Chase slowly sat up on his hip, holding his side and groaning. He touched his head and found

blood on his fingers.

“His thugs surrounded us and put us in here,” Tom said and shuddered. “He performed the infant

sacrifice despite our appearance. Be glad you weren’t conscious.”

Chase squinted and saw a mass of humanity on the grassy field. “What’s going on out there?”

“The usual Brotherhood sexual activities,” Richard answered. “But not as kind to the girls.”

Chase frowned and looked around at the men in the cage around him. Everyone was accounted

for. They were quiet and stared either up at the stars or down at the ground. A scream from the field

made him cringe.

“It’s like when Devin was in charge,” Tommy said softly. “It’s horrible to listen to.”

“How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. Your head was bleeding, but we stopped it as best we could.”

“Sabrina sure packs a punch.”

The men chuckled softly but their attempt at humor was brittle and short-lived.

Something metal clanged against the bars. “Shut up,” came a voice from above. Chase squinted to

see one of Damian’s guards holding a weapon.

Alex scooted closer. “They have been watching us closely,” he said in a voice barely above a

whisper.

“What do we do now?” Chase asked in a similar tone.

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