Page 75 of Stiletto's Savior

I know he and Alexa can’t have children and I thought they’d adopt at some point.

What I never thought was that he’d consider us his kids.

I glance at Siren.

Her jaw tightens and I know he’s catching her off guard too.

We continue further into the cabin and step into the dim light of the cellar, the scent of damp earth and something metallic flooding my senses.

Bull flicks a switch once we reach the bottom. Light floods the space, harsh and unforgiving.

A man is tied to a chair in the corner. In his mid-fifties, at least.

His face is a canvas of dried blood and bruises—an unsettling sight.

I feel bile rise in my throat.

He stirs, eyes opening slowly.

They glint with malice, a twisted amusement. “Well, well… you must be the one he took.”

“Shut up,” I snap, stepping forward, anger igniting inside me. “You don’t get to talk.”

“Look at you,” he sneers, voice rough like gravel. “It’s so cute seeing a little girl playin’ tough.”

“Don’t underestimate me,” I hiss, fists clenching at my sides.

“Feisty. I like that,” he croons, the laughter dripping from his lips.

My skin crawls.

“Enough with your games,” Bull warns, standing tall beside me.

“Games? That’s cute. If you ask me, your club is the one playin’ game,” the man retorts.

He leans back, testing his restraints, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Tell us what we want to know,” I demand, every word sharp, cutting through the tension.

“Or what? You’ll tickle me?” he laughs again, a sound that grates against my nerves.

“Try me,” I challenge, my heart pounding.

Siren steps closer, her eyes fierce. “You think you’re untouchable?”

“Untouchable? Nah, just smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut.”

“Let’s see how long that lasts,” I say, taking a deep breath, determination surging.

This man has the answers we seek. I can feel it.

“Bring it on, sweetheart,” he taunts, eyes narrowing.

“Trust me, you won’t enjoy this,” I reply, my voice low and steady.

I glance at Bull. His expression is unreadable, but I sense his approval.

I scan the cellar, my heart racing.

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