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The torture session lasted for a little while longer. He continued to slash and dice, stitching her up as he went. He was very precise with his cuts, making sure not to slice anywhere that would cause massive blood loss. The intent wasn’t to kill but to cause as much pain as possible to get the answers he was seeking.

Begrudgingly, I had to give Autumn my respect. Despite being an annoying, chatty, massive pain in the ass, I had to give respect where respect was due.

I’d seen men crack under less pressure than she was being put under. Seen full-grown men, hardened criminals, crumble after the first fucking slice. But that woman had managed to take one of the most brutal torture sessions I’d ever witnessed without shedding one fucking tear, and I was an expert on the subject.

Autumn… The name suited her.

A silhouette appeared in the light shining down the staircase. A few moments later, Dominik appeared, shadowed by three ofhis MC men. His eyes sought me out instantly, and our gazes clashed. That annoying fucking smirk curled his lips. I clenched my hands into tight fists, hatred pumping through my veins.

I hated being at his mercy like that. Every single fibre of my being rebelled at my circumstances. At how much control Dominik had over me. The only thing keeping me sane was knowing my children were okay, and Iknewthat with one hundred percent certainty.

If they weren’t, if they’d been hurt or killed during the raid, Dominik wouldn’t have been able to resist rubbing it in my face, knowing the immense pain it would cause me.

I kept my expression neutral, an almost bored air surrounding me as Dominik moved further into the room.

He went straight towards Autumn and Samuel.

“That’s enough, Samuel.” He was trying so hard to emulate our father. From his stance to his voice, right down to the look in his eyes.

Samuel paused mid-slice, a frown on his brows. “Boss?”

“I said that’s enough. No more damaging the merchandise. If I want to get a decent price for her, I can’t have her all cut up.”

Chapter Four

Autumn DeValos

Ihad quite asubstantial list of people I hated.

My mother.

My father.

My seventy-four-year-old neighbour, who would always park his car inmydriveway, even though he knew damn well it wasn’t his.

My dentist.

Anybody who talked on the phone at the movie theatre.

Whoever wrote Cole Turner’s storyline onCharmed.

But Dominik? That bastard flew right to the fucking top of my shit list.

He was going towhat?Sell me to the highest fucking bidder like I was some kind of barnyard animal?

My eyes flicked to the knife Samuel was holding loosely in his hand. I could take it and fling it into Dominik’s eye before eitherof them knew what happened, but I knew such an action would result in my immediate death.

I’d stopped trying to escape after the fourth failed attempt. EvenifI’d managed to kill both Samuel and Dominik, there were three huge metal doors that blocked my access to the top floor, each one locked by a twelve-digit code that changed daily. Killing either of them wouldn’t get me out of there. I had to bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity.

“But, what about finding out who hired her?” Samuel asked, an almost disappointed ring to his voice at the prospect of having to stop what he was doing.

“The bitch is never going to talk. Might as well try and get something good out of this whole thing. I’ll find the information I need some other way.”

He wasn’t going to find out shit. The only people who had the details about my contract were me and the person who hired me. It was safe to say neither of us were going to say a damn word.

“Can I keep going for a little while longer? We’re having so much fun, aren’t we, Autumn?”

Oh, yes, riveting, riveting fun.

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