Page 108 of Knights Game

“Okay.” I nod, gulping. I’m a receptionist, not a medic.

My heart beats so rapidly it feels like it’s about to jump out my chest, my hands shake as adrenaline courses through my system.

“We have everything you said, come on, please.”

Luca appears from one of the side rooms tucked behind the staircase.

His suit jacket is off, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, tie removed. He nods at me, his eyes dark and bloodshot. He doesn’t stop, instead walking straight past us and out to the front, and I’d be lying if it didn’t hurt.

“Levi and he are dealing with the container,” Duchess explains. “It’s … a mess.”

“What happened here?” I ask as I start going through the supplies.

“We were expecting a shipment, we thought guns, but…”

“Women.”

“It wasn’t what was agreed,” she explains. “It wasn’t what any of us were expecting.”

I guess whatever passes on my features has her explaining more, even though I didn’t ask for it.

“Luca and Levi are dangerous men, but even they have rules, a limit.”

“Mmm.” I grab the IV bags and pass them to her. “Lay them out next to each of the women.”

“What can I do?” Katy asks, joining us.

“Grab some gloves, you’re going to pass me everything I need.”

She places the duffel bag on the floor.

“Get changed, Isabella. You being covered in blood will do nothing to reassure these girls.” I know my tone isn’t friendly. But I’m pissed.

Pissed off that I’ve somehow been brought into this scenario, and I’m really fucking pissed off with myself at the fact that Luca didn’t even acknowledge me when he saw me, and it hurt.

I have got my priorities all fucking wrong.

“Okay.” I blow out a breath. “Let’s get to work.”

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Luca

“Twenty-two dead,” Levi says,wiping his brow. “Christ.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, my head pounding, exhaustion making my movements sluggish and heavy.

We double-checked the bodies for pulses, then for anything that might give us a clue to who they were or where they came from.

But in situations like this they generally have nothing and are brought to this country on a promise of a better life or taken against their will from everyone and everything they love.

The women inside are under the care of Layla. I’ve kept away, leaving her to work uninterrupted.

She has the easier task, taking care of the living. And every single one of the girls here died a horrible death.

Katy and Duchess have gone to get some food, and clothes for the ones still breathing. Asher has been called away to his father’s bedside, leaving us to sort the container.

“I’ve called Bennett,” Roman says as Levi and I climb back down from the lorry holding the rancid sight. We close the door, the metal grating as the handles fight us.

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