Page 55 of Under His Control

As long as they don’t sweep this place for bugs, I mused after I put three in smaller rooms. They were all empty, but I bet they held meetings and “church” in here. Each room had a main table and chairs set out for an audience. One looked like an office, maybe where Reaper held phone calls.

“Hey!”

I stopped short at the sound of a man noticing me in the hallway.

“Yeah, man?” I talked casually, turning and using the beer bottle I’d grabbed as a prop. I lifted it for a drink in case he’d recognize my face.

“Where you going? You ain’t supposed to be by the Prez’s office.”

I shrugged. “Just took a piss and walking the long way back to the whores.”

He grinned, showing me his gnarly, stained teeth. “You want a piece of the new one we got tonight?” He tipped his headtoward another door that I hadn’t tried yet. “Get in there before she passes out, man. They’re so fucking hot when they cry.”

I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to attack this asshole. In the main clubhouse, the whores seemed into it. They were likely the usual ones they kept here. But in the back?

Maybe that’s where those screams are coming from.

“Yeah, man. Take a look.” The biker held open the door, giving me a preview of the three young women being gang-raped. All holes were filled. Blood and cum dripped over their flesh. With their sounds of protest at being restrained and raped, my soul hardened and darkened.

They were teens, not even women yet, and the urge to kill all of these sick fucks nearly overwhelmed me.

I wouldn’t survive it. One man against dozens was suicide, and I had Eva and Olivia to live for. I had to get back to them, but I swore on my soul that these motherfuckers would die slow, painful deaths.

I slipped away, claiming the need for more booze first. As soon as that biker left me and I wove through the crowds again, I let my fury bottle inside me.

You sick assholes. Raping young girls.It was a crime, an atrocity, and it killed me to have to walk away.

I’d placed all the recording devices that I had, and with confidence that I’d successfully pulled off my mission, I left the compound.

Bothered, no, enraged, by what I saw, I walked back to where I’d left my bike.At least the girls at home are safe.Nina, Tessa, and Eva were all accounted for and thoroughly protected. While the men in the Constella family were killers, they weren’t rapists like these nasty bikers.

Comparing the two evils, I felt better about my choice to work for Dante. My views on the Mafia had changed since I told Dante that I’d be his soldier, but seeing the gang rapes inthat compound served as further evidence that I’d sided with the lesser of two evils.

As I approached the bike, I slowed in my steps.

“What thefuckdo you think you’re doing?” a Devil’s Brothers biker asked as he stalked toward me.

He stood between me and the borrowed motorcycle, blocking me from escaping.

“With that motherfucking fake cut you got on,” another biker added, flicking his fingers at his own leather vest.

Both toted knives, eyeing me like I’d be carved up in seconds.

Goddammit.Just when I’d been thinking I had gone undetected.

“You a spy? Huh? What the fuck are you doing on our property?”

I pulled in a deep breath, bracing myself to fight my way out of here.

Because I was leaving. They wouldn’t keep me here. I had Eva and Liv to come home to, and no one was stopping me.

I grabbed my gun and fired at them.

20

EVA

“Look at you go,” I exclaimed on my hands and knees in the great room. I sat back, grinning at the adorable toddler coming toward me.

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