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Nothing stayed good in our world. Ever.

This was just the beginning. I could feel it all the way to my fucking bones.

CHAPTER 38

Drake

I wentthrough the photos on my phone of the dungeon, Levin smoking weed and drinking beside me. He offered me a joint, and I took a hit before handing it back to him.

“You going to tell me why I wasn’t included on whatever the hell you had going on with Anson today?” he asked.

“Wasn’t a big deal. He texted me to take pictures. Past that, I don’t know what he’s got going on.” I hated lying to him, but I fucking needed this shit to work out in my favor. If anything I was doing got out, game over. I couldn’t risk it. I’d be killed and dumped in a shallow grave before sunrise.

I had to play the long game here.

“Shouldn’t he know what’s in the dungeons? He was Everett’s fucking right-hand man for years.”

I shrugged. “I don’t think Anson spent a lot of time there. I think he was on the streets more, getting money owed to Everett. The dungeon is really for sales, you know?”

Levin grunted but didn’t say anything else.

I stopped at the last picture of the woman. Something about her sent chills down my spine. She looked eerily familiar, but Ihad no idea where I’d seen her before. I was sure I didn’t actually know her.

She’d left her mark on my hand, though. I’d cleaned it the best I could and wrapped it, but it still ached. If I died from a human bite, I’d be pissed. It would be like some zombie bullshit I just didn’t have time for.

“Was Matteo pissed because you killed some of Everett’s men?” Levin asked.

I’d been called in as soon as we got back with Anson. Levin had been freed to go back to his room, which was where we were currently, lying on his bed next to each other.

“No. He told me I should have killed more and gave me five grand for my trouble,” I muttered.

Levin took another hit and sighed. “Meanwhile, I wasn’t even offered fucking dinner.”

“You didn’t kill anyone,” I pointed out.

“How the fuck could I when you’re so trigger-happy and doing it before I could?”

“You hesitated,” I answered with a shrug while cycling through the photos again.

“Well, if I knew what the fuck we were even doing, I’d have killed everyone in that place. Even the prisoners. God knows they’re suffering, and it would be more humane to put a bullet into their skulls.”

“Even the children?” I looked over at him, my heart hurting for all those kids. I’d wanted nothing more than to free them. If we had more men, I’d not have hesitated. I had this wild idea that Anson was planning just that for the near future, and it was why he sent us in to get a lay of the area.

“Yeah. Even them. Do you think the trauma is something they want to live with for the rest of their lives? Shit’s fucked up.”

He had a point.

I stopped on the photo of the woman again. “I can’t shake her.”

Levin looked over it. “Probably because she’s feral and tried to eat you.”

I shook my head. “No. It’s something else. Doesn’t she look familiar to you?”

Levin studied the picture on my phone for a moment, his brows crinkled. “Actually, she does. I thought so as well when we were down there.”

“We can’t both be wrong.” I took the phone back and sighed. “I’ll see what I can find out. Shit just seems weird how she was separated from everyone.”

“Everything in that place was odd.” Levin handed me the joint again, and I took a hit and finished it off.

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