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Royce practically jumps off my lap as he scrambles to get dressed. I grab my discarded shirt to wipe Royce’s cum off of me as well as I can until I can grab a shower while I follow Parker into the kitchen.

“What do you have?” I ask, dropping into the seat beside him. Glancing at his computers doesn’t tell me a damn thing. I can use one for all my needs, but what he’s doing? It looks like a foreign language to me. It’s why he was in Intelligence, and I was not.

“Estrella Fugaz Incorporated recently made three property purchases in Detroit—a club, a warehouse, and a penthouse apartment. The penthouse is out as it’s a busy building. There hasn’t been enough time since the purchase to have it soundproofed,” Parker says, eyes on the laptop as he continues typing.

“Unless it was already soundproofed,” Royce offers as he joins us, sitting on Parker’s other side.

Parker shakes his head. “There are no work orders or anything that I can find to show that any of the previous owners had that done. If they did it themselves, it still won’t be enough for Carlos to do what he wants to them. Plus, there are security cameras in the building. I found him and a few of his men leaving Sunday afternoon, but they never returned.

“There aren’t cameras at the club they bought, but it’s an existing club that’s just changed ownership. I was able to get into the cameras of one of the businesses across the street, and there’s been no sign of them. The warehouse, on the other hand? I haven’t been able to get eyes on it at all. That’s likely where they’re holding them.” Parker presses a button before the screen on all three laptops change, showing blueprints on all three of them. “These are the last known blueprints of the warehouse, but they’re from when it was originally built. There’s no telling what changes might have been made since then.”

I hum, leaning in to take a closer look. “At least we know the dimensions—that’s better than nothing. They already know we’ll be coming for Damon and Mackenzie, so it’s not like we can stage a surprise attack. I need to see a map of the area. Maybe an aerial of the surrounding buildings. It’ll need to be as recent as possible. We need to see how we can use them to our advantage. The cards are stacked against us with this one.”

“I already have it. This is from Sunday afternoon. I figured it would be best to see it in the daylight, but I also have one from tonight I’ll show you afterward.” Parker presses another button, and the image changes to the aerial view.

I let out a sigh of relief. This is what Royce and I do best. Parker’s done his part, and I’m sure we’ll have more for him to do before we’re ready to go, but for now it’s up to us to figure out a plan.

I don’t care what we have to do—we will be getting Damon and Mackenzie back. There’s no telling what shape they’ll be in, but they’re ours and we’ll bring them home where they belong. If we’re able to get proof that Carlos is behind framing Parker, even better. But that’s not the main point of this mission.

No, this is a rescue mission, and rescue them we shall.

Chapter Nineteen

Mackenzie

Aslap across my cheek jolts me back into consciousness.

I wince against the bright light, shaking my head slowly. Every part of my body aches. I know I’m covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from the torture that’s been doled out.

I have no idea how long I was passed out this time, or how much time has passed since Carlos and his men kidnapped us from my house. It’s hard to keep track of time inside the warehouse with its blacked-out windows.

“Mac?”

My eyes find Damon, strapped to a chair much like me, only a few feet away. I blink a few times, realizing they’ve hurt him more since I passed out from the pain. His face is a bloody,swollen mess. There are cuts across his arms and chest, some still bleeding while others have stopped.

I’m sure I don’t look much better than he does, but he’s definitely been the one taking the brunt of the torture. Probably because I keep passing out. I don’t have a high tolerance for pain in the first place, so adding in torture has meant I’ve passed out a lot. All it seems to do is piss off our captors even more.

I’m not sure what they expect. Most people aren’t used to the kind of pain they’re inflicting. Plus, it’s not like we can answer any of the questions they’ve been throwing at us.

“You’re finally awake,puta.“ Carlos shakes his head. “You really are going to need to build up your pain tolerance if you’re going to be hanging out with assassins for hire. You’d be dead already if I didn’t want to wait to kill you until Hilton arrives. It’ll have a deeper impact that way.”

“He didn’t do whatever you think he did. He was framed.” I don’t know what makes me say it, but it just slips out.

Carlos laughs, kneeling down in front of me. “I’m well aware of that fact, but that won’t be leaving this room. As soon as I have his head, I’ll serve it to Santos on a platter. Then maybe he’ll be able to move on from her death.”

All I can do is stare at him blankly. Did he just admit that he knows Parker was framed? That’s certainly what I heard. Does that meanhe’sthe one who framed him?

“Don’t look so hopeful,puta.You won’t be leaving this room to share that fact with anyone.“ He pulls the knife off his belt, my eyes going wide at the size of it. I don’t know much about knives, but I know what that one’s called—a machete.

There’s no way he’s planning to use that on me, right?

He slides the blade along my calf, not pressing it into my skin. It glides up my leg to my thigh. I try to clench them together, but it’s too late. The blade is already between them, and that’s one place I really don’t want to be cut. “Tsk tsk. Don’t try to hideyourself from me. If I want to see all of you, then I will. You get no say in the matter.”

I turn my head away as he nudges my legs apart, continuing to run the blade along my thigh until he reaches my center. He reaches up, grasping my shirt before cutting through it and yanking it off my body.

A whimper falls from my lips as I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Look at those tits, boys. Those are a nice handful, aren’t they? Bet they taste good too.” I can practically hear the leer in Carlos’s voice, but I still refuse to open my eyes. I don’t want to see what he’s planning to do to me. Knowing it’s coming will only make it worse.

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