Page 62 of Sin Bin Bully

"Look," I continue, my voice hard as steel. "I've sent everything to the league office and several press sites as well. Harley's going down, and he's going down hard."

"Jesus, Sam," Coach mutters. "You don't do anything by halves, do you?"

I let out a harsh laugh. "You know me, Coach. Go big or go home."

"What do you want us to do?" Joe asks.

"Nothing. Just sit back and watch the fireworks. I've got this handled."

I end the call, a grim smile playing on my lips. Harley thought he could take me down? He's about to learn just how wrong he was.

I'm still basking in the satisfaction of exposing Matthew's dirty laundry when Kelsey bursts back into the room, her face pale and eyes wide with panic.

"Mr. Warwick," she gasps, her voice trembling. "It's Kim. She's... she's gone."

The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. "What do you mean, gone?" I growl, my hands clenching into fists.

Kelsey takes a step back, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I went to check on her for dinner, but her room was empty. I've looked everywhere, sir. She's nowhere in the house."

"That's impossible," I snarl, pushing past her and striding down the hallway. "I locked her in myself."

I reach Kim's room in seconds, throwing the door open with enough force to make it bounce off the wall. The room is exactly as I left it, except for one glaring detail – no Kim.

"Fuck!" I roar, slamming my fist against the doorframe. The pain barely registers through the red haze of fury clouding my vision.

I whirl on Kelsey, who's hovering nervously behind me. "How the hell did she get out? I told you to secure all the exits!"

"I did, Mr. Warwick," Kelsey stammers. "I changed all the codes just like you said. I don't understand how-"

"Well, clearly you missed something," I snap, cutting her off. "Check the security footage. Now!"

As Kelsey scurries off, I survey the room, looking for any clue as to how Kim might have escaped. I'll figure it out and when I do, I will get my little dancer back. She's not going anywhere.

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KIM

Kim

Idrop from the vent, landing with a soft thud on plush carpet. My heart hammers against my ribs as I scan the empty bedroom. Moonlight streams through gossamer curtains, casting eerie shadows across antique furniture.

"Come on, Kim," I whisper to myself. "You've got this."

I creep towards the window, my dancer's instincts kicking in as I move silently across the floor. The latch gives way with a faint click, and I ease the window open, wincing at every creak.

A cool breeze hits my face as I peer out. The ground seems miles away, but I spot a sturdy-looking trellis running down the side of the house. It's now or never.

I swing one leg over the sill, then the other. My fingers grip the windowsill as I lower myself onto the trellis. It groans under my weight.

"Shit," I hiss, freezing in place.

Seconds tick by. No alarms, no shouts. I let out a shaky breath and start my descent.

The trellis is rough against my palms, splinters threatening with every movement. I focus on each placement of hand and foot, willing myself not to look down.

Halfway there, a voice drifts up from below. My blood runs cold.

"Check the perimeter again," Sam's muffled command reaches my ears.

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