Page 69 of Taming the Demon

“Stay the fuck away from me,” Macy said. “Who else is here? What’s going on?”

She started to blink fast, panicking even worse.

“Fuck,” Darrow said. “Macy…Honeysuckle… let’s go into a room and talk. I’m not going to hurt you. I saved you. Remember?”

Macy’s eyes met Darrow’s again and it was like a switch suddenly went off. Like the dark lifted. She jumped at Darrow, throwing her arms around him. She was off her feet and began to wrap her legs around Darrow’s body.

“Fuck, Macy, no,” Darrow growled.

He turned and carried her into one of the private rooms. Her entire body shook. The woman needed help. Serious help from what Fitz did to her.

Darrow gently tossed Macy down into the chair meant for the paying customer. She sat there, topless, in her thong, her massive tits still firm. The makeup on her left tit had smudged enough that part of Fitz’s violent tattoo showed.

“Where is Mara?” Darrow asked. “She texted me that she was here. To check up on you.”

Macy shook her head. “She’s not here. I haven’t seen her.”

Darrow’s lip curled. His eyes went wide. Macy climbed to her feet and threw her right arm across her body, attempting to cover up her tits. Not that it mattered. Darrow had seen Macy’s tits dozens of times. Plus, his eyes were dead focused on her eyes, trying to figure out if she was lying or not.

“I swear on my life, Darrow,” Macy said. “She’s not here. She didn’t text me. Or call me. Or anything. You want to see my phone for proof? You want to go through my stuff?”

“Fuck,” Darrow growled.

He turned and took a couple steps.

“He has her,” Macy said, which sent cold chills up Darrow’s spine.

Darrow looked back.

“He has her,” Macy said. “I know it. I sense it. He tricked her like he tricked me. And he text you from her phone.”

Macy’s eyes filled with tears. Panic started to hit her again. Darrow didn’t have time to play psychologist with Macy. He ran out of the private room and right toward Cyrus, Linc, and Slade. He grabbed Slade as he ran, almost knocking him over.

“Fitz has her!” Darrow barked. “He fucking tricked us! He has Mara! He has my baby!”

Darrow took off running.

“Stay with him!” Cyrus yelled to Slade.

Darrow ran out of the strip club and got onto his motorcycle and was on the move in seconds. There was just one issue…

Where the fuck did Fitz have Mara?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

CUT

Mara opened her eyes. She was on a couch. In front of a large stone fireplace. The smell that hung in the air was awful. It smelled stale, rotten. Mold.Death.Her chin started to quiver and her mouth felt so dry. Her forehead throbbed with a dull ache. She managed to let out a groan.

“Are you awake now?”

The voice made Mara shake.

Fitz.

“I bet you’re thirsty,” Fitz said. “We had quite the adventure. I did not want to hurt you, Mara. But, damn, woman, you like to fight. You never acted this way with me. I should have tossed you around a whole lot more than I did, huh?”

Fitz laughed. Not a normal laugh either.

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