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“Jimmy.” His father’s words are calm, but there’s an edge to them.

“But I–”

“I think my instructions were clear. Go. Take her down to the chambers, have her clean herself,alone, then escort her to my room, untouched.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Tatum

I have never taken a faster, or a colder, bath. In a fucking dungeon. In a basically pitch black room. The soaps smelled nice, but the water was barely warmer than snow. I shivered and shook the whole time, while fucking Jimmy watched me. He didn’t touch me, though. Thank fuck for small mercies?

Now I’m being led down a dark hallway…also concrete, I might add…in nothing but a towel. Fantastic. My hair is wet, and I’m shivering because it’s still cold as fuck.

I’m exposed, and feeling very vulnerable in just a damn towel.

At least I’m no longer tied up, I guess.

“I would have taken care of you, let you suck my cock. My father isn’t as kind. But someone has to break the Omegas, and Keslor Merzotto always gets the first taste. Just be glad it’s not Easton, the Omegas he takes to bed are never seen again,” Jimmy hisses in my ear, before shoving me into a room and slamming the door as I stumble inside.

Did he just say Easton? Could it be the same man? What the fuck would he be doing in a place like this, though? No, I must have heard him wrong, or it’s someone else with the same name.

It’s dark in here. Shocker. I feel against the wall for a light switch, and it takes forever, but eventually I flick one, and the room lights up.

Oh, hells, it’s like a damn apartment in here, but like…if you built your apartment into a concrete dungeon. I try the door handle, but it’s locked. Of course. Okay, I’ll find a weapon. Because if I’m going to die, I’m not letting that Alpha bastard touch me first.

If I’m going down, so is he.

Unfortunately, after searching this room for several minutes, I can’t find anything even remotely weapon-like. I did trade the towel for a blanket that was on the couch, though, since it was larger. Not a scrap of clothing in this bitch, though.

I’m on my knees looking under the bed as a last hope when the door clicks open. I freeze. For ten whole seconds, I freeze there on my knees.

He hasn’t spotted me, because of the position I’m in, but I know he will any second now. I don’t know what to do.

“Tatum.” The voice is familiar, and I frown. No fucking way. No fucking way! I jump to my feet and gasp.

“Easton!” my mind is reeling. Nothing makes any sense. Jimmy said… “What the fuck…” I take several steps away from him, one hand gripping my blanket, the other held up as if it is any kind of protection.

“I brought you these. Come with me, and I’ll get you out of here, but we have maybe twenty minutes, tops.”

“Right… I’m not going to go anywhere with you. What the fuck is happening? Jimmy fucking kidnapped me. Then he told me you make Omegas disappear!” I’m trying to keep my voice low, but I’m going a little fucking insane here!

“I will explain everything, as soon as we get the fuck out of here. It’s not safe. Jimmy is my cousin. His father is my uncle on my father’s side. Think about everything you know about me. Do you believe me when I say that I would never hurt you?” His eyes plead with me, and I nibble my lip, still clutching the blanket.

“Okay,” I whisper, and walk over to him slowly. He takes in the sight of me with the blanket, and nods his head at me.

“Get dressed. Then I’ll spray you with this scent blocker so you don’t alert everyone we pass that you escaped.” He hands me the clothes, and it takes some time, but eventually I get them pulled on without exposing my nakedness to him.

Tatum

Easton helps me sneak through the halls, which are all, you guessed it, dark. I have no idea where we’re going, or how far away we are from escape. He’d given me a long shirt, and some large sweatpants, but I tie them at the waist, and they only drag on the floor a little bit, since I wasn’t given my shoes back. My hair is damp, so it’s still making me cold.

I shiver as we pass around another corner, into another hallway I can’t see.

“Fuck,” Easton hisses, his stride slowing, as he tucks me behind him. Loud footsteps before us give away the fact that we are not alone in this hall. I cling to his back, not wanting to be spotted. I don’t really want to touch a man who has lied to me from the moment we met either, but I don’t release him.

“Sup, man. How are you…oh, shit, my bad,” the other guy chuckles, patting Easton on the shoulder as we pass him. “Don’t break this one, she’s a pretty little thing. Worth a lot.”

I swallow thickly. What if Easton is just taking me to another room so he can hurt me there? Why make me think he wants to help me, though? Why give me hope? Is that just a part of his game? That makes no sense. He could have hurt me many nights, if that was what he wanted.

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