Page 41 of Savage Kingdom

“Alone,” he said. “Now, it’s time for you to go.”

“Now, now, mate, you have to give me more than that.” I walked back to the bed and pointed at Daphne, just stalling until she woke up. “Look at her. She looks like Snow White—I think that earns me a little bit more than ‘he was here alone,’ don’t ya think?”

He gritted his teeth, clearly annoyed that I didn’t bend to his will. Fucker. He could get in line and suck my dick.

“All I know is that he had a falling-out with Yorovich and went on the run. What happened to him after that, I don’t know.”

That’s what I was afraid of. Fuck. Now I needed to figure out what Adrian might have said if he turned rat or died honorably.

It was barely there, and if I wasn’t paying so much attention to my Petal, I would have missed it. Her breathing pattern changed, and her eyes fluttered but remained closed. She was awake.

With that thought in mind, I smiled.

“Well, I guess I’ll let you gentlemen have your fun now.” I walked back from the bed, toward the last chair in the room. “One last thing,” I said, turning the chair around so I could straddle it. “I’d like to watch. Make sure you got the job done.”

The man in charge smiled. It was a sadistic smile, and he looked at Daphne with hate and revenge. Yup, he hated Yorovich. “Don’t worry, I’ll see to it myself.” His dick was hard, tenting his trousers as he went to the bed and rubbed his fingers through Daphne’s hair. He leaned down and smelled her neck, and it made me see red.

I’d never had this shit happen to me before. Caring about someone else like this. I’d seen people get tortured, raped, killed, and it never bothered me. She was different, and I didn’t like it one bit.

“She smells divine,” the bastard moaned.

When I saw his hand go for her pussy, I planted my feet on the floor, ready to get up and use the chair as a weapon.

Could I really let them fuck her to death?

“You’re going to bleed for everything Yoro has done to my city,” he spat.

Turns out, I didn’t have to make a decision; she did it for me.

One of themost terrifying moments in life was that disorientated feeling after being drugged. Your body felt weird in a weak state. All your limbs, muscles, and senses felt violated. There was an alert going through your body, and you usually woke up gasping for air because you subconsciously recalled that you didn’t go to sleep willingly.

That happened to me the first few times. Mind you, I was a teenager, and my father loved to torture me and call it training.

My eyes fluttered when I came into consciousness. I kept them closed. As soon as your captors saw your eyes open, it was game over and they had the advantage. I forced myself to lie still and kept my breathing even. The air was chilled, and I was lying down on a bed. Slowly I moved my ankles and wrists, testing my restraints but was surprised to have none.

That was when my brain started to move in sync with my senses, and I heard talking. It felt like there was a ball clogged in my throat when I heard Gideon’s voice offering my body for answers.

I immediately knew what this room was used for. It’s what got the last ring here in Chicago busted. This was the type of live coverage that made millions on the dark web. The girl gets taken until she takes her last breath.

I’d witnessed it once a few months back; it took everything in me to stop Bastian from barging in and getting his so-called girlfriend. It was already too late for her.

Maybe for not helping her out, our roles were now reversed. Usually, I didn’t believe in karma, but even I had to say this was poetic justice. My trip to Chicago started with Adrik crawling on his knees, and my night had started that way too.

Since I couldn’t make a movement to avoid alerting the men I was awake, I clenched my core in anger and frustration. I felt it then—something was in me. I’d been guilty of shoving a weapon up my pussy to avoid detection. Again, nothing new.

Hatred ranthrough my veins at the venom he was spitting. I knew that nasal voice. I’d heard it a few times and not only with Yoro. In the underworld, even if you were a criminal, that wasn’t carte blanche to kill other criminals. There was a code.

Geoffrey White was no exception. He was the current senator of Illinois with ambitions for presidency. Hedespisedcorruption. Funny meeting him here.

“You’re going to bleed for everything Yoro has done to my city.”

I held my breath, knowing that I needed the upper hand. I knew Gideon was still in the room. There had to be a guard and White. That was three men, at least. I was sure there were more. I had a weapon between my legs, Gideon must have brought something else, and the guard had to be carrying too. What happened in this room didn’t leave these walls, so I had a feeling that gave me a small window to try and escape.

My options were limited, and I was fucked, but the senator was a pain in Yoro’s ass, therefore he was a pain in Damian’s ass, so if I ever had blessing to kill, this was it.

No one would want to talk about what went down in this club, and that gave me a fighting chance.

Geoffrey’s touch started on my leg. I fought the urge to move and kick him out. That’s when I felt the strap on my ankle. I was still wearing my heels. Good, another weapon.

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