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With that, he left me in a room with a trained, naked submissive.

Chapter Eighteen

Silver

“I don’t understand,” I said, my brows furrowing in confusion when Torment opened the doors to the Playground. I’d heard about this place. The knowledge that Malice had once owned it before selling it to Mr. Sinclair added an air of mystery to the place.

With each step I took, my uncertainty grew, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Mr. Sinclair, standing in the middle of the room, waiting for me.

“Welcome to the Playground, my dear,” Sin greeted with a chaste kiss to my cheek.

“Is he here?” I questioned, as Torment growled.

“Get your fucking hands off her. I brought her. So, what is the big fucking secret?”

“Please follow me.”

Giving Torment a quick look, the club brother shrugged nonchalantly before agreeing to Mr. Sinclair’s request. With nothing else to lose, I stayed by his side as Sinclair spoke.

“Gideon came to see me earlier today. He was very distraught. I’ve never seen him so unhinged before, not even when his father had him in his clutches.”

“Is he still here?” Torment asked.

“Yes. He is with one of my submissives.”

That stopped me dead in my tracks. “Excuse me?”

Sinclair turned and looked at me. “He’s with one of my submissives.”

“How dare you!” I shouted. “He’s mine!”

“Really?” Sinclair challenged. “Because from what Gideon told me, he is nothing to you.”

“I never said that!”

Sinclair sneered angrily. “Then explain it to me, because my brother may be many things, but even he knows when he’s not wanted.”

Torment jumped in front of me, quickly speaking, “I think we all need to calm down. We all know Malice cares for Silver. She even knows that. Malice just misunderstood what she said. That’s all. He stormed out before she could clarify.”

“Yes, that does sound like him.” Sinclair smirked, before he continued walking. “I’ve known Gideon since he was five. In a way, we grew up together. Formed a bond I don’t expect any of you to understand. What you need to understand is that Gideon is more than he seems. From a young age, his father trained him to become anything anyone needed. Devlin Scott never gave Gideon the chance to be himself. In fact, I’m positive he doesn’t even know what it is he truly wants.”

“Yes, he does. He told me himself last night,” I admitted.

“Was that before or after you compared him to a rapist?”

I didn’t think.

My hand shot out, and I slapped Crispin Sinclair across the face.

“You have one fucking second to apologize to her or I’m going to blow your fucking head off.”

Blinking, I stared at the gun pointed at Sinclair’s head. Yet the man didn’t seem to be upset about his impending death. I could have told him that Torment meant every word he said and wouldn’t think twice before killing him.

Yet, I glared at the son of a bitch.

Taking a step forward, I cleared my throat.

“You don’t know me, Mr. Sinclair. In the few brief moments we’ve been in each other’s presence, I’ve kept mostly quiet, preferring to let others do the talking. Generally, that’s because whatever is happening doesn’t concern me, but let me be crystal clear with you. Gideon Scott is mine. I may wear his brand on my shoulder, but he’s been mine from the moment I laid eyes on him in the desert, and he will tell you the same damn thing. Now, I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing with him, but I demand you take me to him right fucking now or I’m going to let Torment blow your fucking head off.”

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