Page 45 of Savage Kingdom

“Anytime now, love.”

She glared, but her pink tongue lapped me up. A low growl escaped my lips.

“Let’s go before I blow caution to the wind and fuck you.”

I got up, assessing the room now that my lust was under control. One body was missing—the other guard. I would have been worried, but I saw him kill one of the men who tried to escape. Security wasn’t here, so my guess was that he was with the CIA because if he been a fed, it would never have gone as far as it did, and this place would have been raided already. While I checked the guard to take his gun, I saw Daphne standing over the body of the man she had killed.

She took his tuxedo shirt and was about to drape it over her naked body, and it somehow felt wrong.

“Stop,” I growled. She looked up at me, alarmed, but I ignored her. Instead, I took off my jacket and handed it to her. “Wear mine.”

She gave me a tense nod and did as I asked but not before grabbing something from the pocket.

“How much do you want to bet this opens to a special exit?” she said as she handed me the card and put on my jacket.

Daphne most likely had a point because the men in this room were some of the country’s most powerful, and they couldn’t afford a scandal like this. They would have gotten the privilege of anonymity for selling their souls and city to the person in charge.

The card was black with gold letters on the bottom that saidertsenis—sinestre spelled backward.

“Do you know who that man was?” I asked as she fixed my tuxedo on her body.

“Don’t you?”

“Petal,” I warned, when she ignored me and picked up the leash off the floor since I had used it as a weapon. She tied it around her waist, making my jacket look more appealing.

“He’s the senator.” She gave me a look.

Fucking shit.

A dead senator could bring complications I was not prepared to deal with. My government would not interfere with me if I got caught.

“Let’s go,” Daphne said as she took off her other shoe.

I got ready to open the door but noticed how she turned back to look around the room. Her eyes roamed over the dead bodies and the bed.

“Why does evil like this exist?”

It was a rhetorical question. She didn’t want my answer. We both knew that evil like this existed because men were allowed to have free will. It was part of the balance of the world.

Putting her body behind mine, I opened the door. I had the gun ready. So far, so good. No extra guards.

“Look over there,” Daphne whispered, pointing to a far wall. “The cameras leave that space blind.”

It was so sexy hearing her talk escape routes with me.

Shaking my head, I held her wounded hand and made my way along the wall, hoping like hell she was right and it was a secret entrance.

The only personon this earth I’d ever trusted had been my grandmother, but at this moment, I trusted him. Monsters recognized monsters, and mine had recognized an equal in him. I ignored all the confusing feelings that overtook me. I wasn’t normal—I had sex, I fucked for secrets or favors. I’d never fucked for pleasure.

I wasn’t sure I knew how. It was a problem for another day because right now, all I wanted to do was not get caught.

While Gideon searched the two dead guards for weapons, I went back to Geoffrey and looked at his open eyes. I quickly knelt and carved anSinto his cheek. It was a message to Damian, and I hoped like hell it would work as a token of forgiveness for when I returned back home.

Gideon took my hand. A straightforward gesture, but it felt like I had just handed him what was left of my soul. We made our way into the dark, and it paid off because there was a door, and between the both of us, we found the sensor for the key.

My hand stayed in Gideon’s grasp as he led us to safety. With each step, my heart beat louder than before. With each step, I feared I would never want to let go.

With a city of almost three million, no one was paying attention to us. I wore Gideon’s tuxedo as a dress to hide the blood I carried on my skin. No one paid attention to my legs and how I had no shoes.

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