Page 84 of Savage Escape

“That was a fluke, and I assure you, it won’t happen again.”

“Ah.” The pieces were coming together in his mind. “You want Caden Quinn so you can take up where you left off. Torturing her.”

“Is that so much to ask?”

“I think so.” Nathan nodded his head and watched the man sigh dejectedly and stand.

The goon came out of the shadows, wielding a cattle prod and a self-satisfied smirk. Charles sighed again and stood to face Nathan. “If you don’t tell me what I want to know, Jacoby here is going to stab you with a cattle prod until you are cooked from the inside out.”

Great. Electrocution. Nathan took a deep breath in through his nose and tried to remember his SERE training. The cattle prod came down on his arm and pain shot through him. Electric hands gripped every muscle in his body and squeezed until he was in a tight ball of electric pain.

“Okay, okay.” As soon as he gained control of his voice again, he spoke. “What if I told you I took her home to meetmy parents?” Nathan smirked as Marskib rolled his eyes and motioned for the goon to electrocute him again.

“You’re not funny, Savage.” He got close again and gripped Nathan’s hair in a fist to bring his head back up. “Where is she?”

“No, seriously,” Nathan stated again, knowing that there was no way in hell that they would believe the truth. “I took her home and had her meet my mama?—”

Another shock with the cattle prod.

“Where is she?”

“Why do you want her, of all people?” Nathan’s breathing was ragged and his muscles spasmed erratically.

“That woman is mine.”

“I didn’t get realtakenvibes from her.” Nate cocked an eyebrow. Was this guy for real?

“Caden Quinn ismine,” Marksib growled, grabbed the prod out of his goon’s hands and struck him with it. As Nathan burned and burned under the electric onslaught, the man went on. “She thinks she can escape me, doesn’t she? That after all the time we’ve spent together, she’s somehow free? But I know better. Deep down, she understands. I’ve carved myself into her mind, into her very soul. Every scream, every tear she shed in my dungeon was a symphony, and every scar a reminder that she belongs to me.”

“Oh, so you’re like apsychopsycho.”

“Savage,” he sighed and handed the prod back to his goon, “this can either get easier for you or harder. I can continue to play nice with the cattle prod and you tell me what I want to know, or I can get more creative and start with your teeth.”

Nathan heaved a resigned sigh and opened his mouth to retort, but the building rocked under his feet, and at the same time, gunfire opened up.

“Fuck!” Marskib turned on Kyott and yelled, “I thought you checked him for tracking devices!”

“We did!”

“Then why are we being attacked?”

“I don’t know, sir!”

“Get my chopper here,” Marskib commanded as they left the room.

It was a few minutes of gunfire and yelling as Nate waited patiently for his brothers to get to him. Eventually, Nathan watched as the Savage Security team flowed into the room. They swept the area and Nate was cut from the chair.

“Can you walk, Nate?” Kade helped him out of the chair.

Nathan staggered to his feet, muscles still twitching from the cattle prod’s brutal assault, but the adrenaline now coursing through his veins kept him upright.

“Yeah.” Nate took the proffered bullet-proof vest. His feet were bare, but he would just have to deal with it. “They’re headed to the roof.”

The chaos outside was deafening—the sound of gunfire and shouts reverberating through the walls, making it clear that the rescue operation wasn’t clean. The Savage Security team moved with military precision, sweeping through the room and covering all angles as they secured the space.

“Let’s go, Nate,” Kade muttered, his eyes scanning the door, already anticipating what was next.

Nate grimaced as he slipped on the vest, the rough material chafing against his bruised skin. He nodded at Kade, though the pain still lingered. “You got an extra pair of shoes in your kit, by chance?” His feet were already throbbing from the cold, hard ground, but he knew this wasn’t the time to complain.

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