Page 126 of Depraved Desires

For once, I was glad he was a damn psycho.

If anyone could save them, it was him.

People ran for the doors, staring at him with wide, panic-filled gazes. It didn’t take long for the club to be cleared, other than the ones occupying the sex rooms, but he didn’t seem too concerned with that.

He whirled on me, his chest heaving with restrained rage. “Show me,” he gritted out. “I’m going to slice that cunt fromthroat to pussy.” He paused for a moment. “Or pussy to throat. Can’t have her dying too quickly.”

I nodded and led the way back to the locked door. Once we were there, Myles shrugged off his bag and rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling out an ax. A heavy looking one at that. He twirled the object between his hands before jamming it against the door. Over and over again. His muscles bulged beneath his tight shirt, the only sign that it took him any effort at all. His face was a mask of pure rage, and I knew that adrenaline was consuming him whole as it had done me. The door barely had a dent by the time he was finished.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I glanced around the room, a guard having just rounded the corner, pausing when he saw us. His eyes were wide as he looked between us and slowly stumbled back a step.

“I don’t fucking think so,” Hunter growled, approaching the unarmed dude. He whipped out a knife from a holster he was wearing, holding it to the man’s throat. “If you want to live, find a way to open that fucking door.”

The man swallowed thickly, realizing immediately that there was no way in hell he was getting out of this. With jerky movements, he nodded. “I can put in the key, he offered.”

“Do it,” Hunter seethed.

He dropped his arm to his side before pushing the guy who was much bigger than him toward Myles. The guard glanced at the ax between Myles’s hands and trembled like a pussy. He hurriedly typed in the cold, a green light flickering on the keypad.

Relief spilled out of me, and I reached forward, jerking the door open. I took my first step toward it, but a hand on my shoulder was pulling me backwards.

Rocky.

“Not yet,” he said.

I was about to flip the fuck out on him, but before I could, Myles was swinging the ax at the guard, jamming the blade into the side of his neck. Blood squirted out of him, splashing the side of my face. My stomach twisted with disgust, the warm substance of the man’s bodily fluids, sending bile to the back of my throat.

I buckled over, heaving.

“What the fuck?” Monroe said, scrunching up his nose. He sounded more disturbed than bothered by it, though.

Myles wiped the blood from the ax on the guard’s clothing after he’d toppled to the floor and then he shot our teacher a maniacal grin. “He would have locked us in there the first chance he got.”

“A fucking warning would have been nice,” I hissed, torn between leaving the blood on my face and trying to wipe it off. I’d probably vomit if I touched it, though. I never got used to the violence, no matter how many times we’ve had to clean up after him.

Myles ignored me, dropping the ax on the floor and kicking the door open. He grabbed a block from inside the room, one hand still on the door, like he was afraid it would lock automatically behind us if we didn’t prop it open with something. He wedged it beneath the door, shaking it after to make sure it was sturdy enough and then he turned, disappearing into the darkness.

I swallowed thickly, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. Hesitantly, I followed. A single bulb was positioned near the back of the room, shining a dim light over the back half of the vicinity.

“Is that blood?” Hunter asked, stopping a few steps to the right. He knelt, peering down at the puddle of crimson.

“Looks like it,” Rocky offered, concern gripping his features.

My hands were tearing through my hair again. The room was stuffy, like an underground tunnel full of lifeless energy. A sense of foreboding, gripped me in its clutches, burrowing deeply into my stomach until it was all I could feel.

I glanced around the room, panic encasing me. It was empty. Meaning we were too late.

Myles stormed past me; the gun kicked back like he planned on using it again if the opportunity presented itself. He glanced around the room, his footsteps loud in the quiet space. When he reached the opposite side of the room, he opened some kind of door, cursing under his breath.

Another exit.

Hunter and I exchanged looks before hurrying after him, leaving the others to follow. I glanced around the door, my throat going dry. It was a large parking garage with big white vans decorating the entire room. The kinds of vans parents were skeptical off, ushering their children in the other direction when one drove by at a slower speed than could be considered normal.

“Holy fucking shit,” Hunter breathed. “Why would this many pedo vans be necessary?” He turned to Myles like he had all the answers.

Myles stumbled back a step, showing more emotion than I’d seen from him in probably…ever. “If it means what I think it means, then they’re in deeper shit than any of us realized.”

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