Page 40 of Savage Kingdom

Since I was already searched, he just did another swipe of the metal detector. Once he was content, he stepped aside, and right away, the temperature in the room dropped. It felt colder than the rest of the building. There was a bed in the middle with chains in case the girls were too much, but all of these sick fucks, they loved the fight. They loved to take until there was nothing left. Chairs that felt like thrones made half a circle around the bed. Men jacking off to what played out in front of them. I made a show of sitting down and looking straight at the woman who was getting raped, then adjusted my dick.

I wasn’t hard, and I wouldn’t be. I liked my females legal and willing. I looked at Daphne in my arms. Well, almost willing. She wanted me, even if she didn’t admit it, and that was more than enough for me.

Too bad for her, I didn’t feel. Not with my heart, and what I felt with my cock was always temporary.

Discreetly as I could, I checked out the room. There were two guards and five men. My eyes clashed with the other guard, the one who hadn’t searched me, and he eyed me curiously. Then his eyes raked over Daphne. I fought the urge to glare.

The pounding increased, chains rattled, screams started to subside. The jacking got faster. The smell of sex mixed with death overpowered the room. One last grunt and a heartbreaking cry, and then it was all silent.

I forced myself to look up the woman who had been on the bed—she was already dead. Her lifeless eyes stared right at me. Her neck was purple, heavily bruised in such a short time. I bet her larynx broke. The fat, rich arsehole was still on top of her, his flaccid dick at her bloody entrance. He had a euphoric look on his face. When you were rich and powerful, limits didn’t exist. Someone could and would always cater to your needs. It didn’t matter what they were—money made the world go round, right?

“Gentlemen.” I grinned at them.

I watched as the arsehole tucked his bloodstained dick back into his trousers, and the guards took the body, putting in a black bag and then tossing it out.

Inhumane.

Fucked-up.

Depraved.

“What do you want?” One of the men spoke. He was by the wall. He was older, maybe in his fifties, thin with black and gray hair. He seemed familiar, but I couldn’t tell from where.

“I’m willing to exchange this girl for a name.” I leaned back, letting them know I wasn’t scared of them.

He smiled, his eyes cold. “Lack of women isn’t a problem.”

This time my smile matched his. “Yorovich’s woman.”

His eyes grew wide. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. Then their eyes greedily took in Daphne, the woman Yorovich had claimed as his own, and I felt a twinge of emotions. It was a pain in my chest, anger spreading in my veins. Their eyes, I wanted them off her—but it was now too late.

Yoro had many enemies, but somehow the bastard was untouchable. He had an alliance with someone, and I wanted to flush out who, but first, I needed to find the man I’d come here to look for. I figured that in a room with sick fuckers offering them a gift, they could take it one of two ways. One, they would love nothing more than revenge and give me what I wanted and take Daphne as their own to get back at him. Two, they would give me what I wanted, take Daphne, and rat it all out to Yoro there for ensuring his loyalty.

Either way, I wasn’t leaving this room without a name. Whether I lived or died remained to be seen, but I’d like to think my odds were favorable.

“So, what’s it going to be, gentlemen?” I asked as I fixed my tie.

“What name?”

I cocked my head, studying trying to see what side the coin would land on.

“Adrian, he was one of his advisors, except no one has heard from him.”

It was quick, but recognition passed through his eyes. It was too soon to call a victory.

“Shall I put her on the bed? She’s going to wake up soon. If you’d rather I can leave, wouldn’t want to waste my time.” I made a show of getting up with Daphne, still sleeping in my arms. She looked like a Disney princess, Snow White, with all that black hair and pale skin.

“Put her on the bed,” the man said, and I felt like he was calling the shots.

Inwardly I grinned. I got up and laid Daphne on the table, making sure that her legs were closed so the fuckers couldn’t see between them. Then I removed her collar.

“I like to collect the leashes of my pets,” I told them as I put the collar in my pocket. They didn’t say anything because they kept memorabilia of their victims. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I need this information.” I pretended to look at my nonexistent watch.

“He came a few times.”

What.

“With Yoro?”

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