Page 109 of Heartless Legacy

She drops her head to my chest. “They didn’t do anything. Nothing happened.”

“Your dress is torn. You were bound and gagged. They both had their dicks out. Something happened.”

She shakes her head and says, “No, I would know if it did.”

Would she? How did they even get her into this position without drawing attention? “Were you conscious the whole time? How did they get you away from your team and tied to a tree?”

“I-” Her eyes widen. “I don’t know. I don’t remember. I was walking and then I woke up with the bag over my head and them saying how…”

I nod, speaking softly. “That’s why we need to call the cops.”

“They’re already gone.”

“There are cameras everywhere on the property. Probably DNA around here and on your body. That’s why-”

“No cops, Pax!” She pushes away from me and climbs to her feet. “I don’t want to talk about this or think about this anymore. I just wanna go home.”

For just the briefest moment, I’m suspicious about why she’s so adamant about not calling the cops, but then immediately feel guilty for that suspicion. She’s allowed to deal with this any way she wants. I’m just glad I got here before things went any further.

I bang on Holden’s door, hard enough to make the pictures hanging on the walls in the hallway rattle. Finn opens it, face devoid of all emotion. “What?”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“I do a lot of shit, Pax. Can you be a little more specific?”

“Don’t play games with me, Finn. I found Eloise.”

“Found her? Don’t you mean stole her?”

“I mean, I found her bound and gagged, tied to a tree with two prospects hovering over her.”

He smiles at me good-naturedly. “Sounds kinky. You finally got her to try some new shit? Good job. You’re clearly a better man for her than I was. I couldn’t even get a hand job in the car.”

Finn’s fucking with me. I know he’s intentionally pushing my buttons, but I can’t seem to disengage from the conversation. “How fucking psychotic are you, to tie my companion up and arrange for her to be raped and tortured?”

The smirk slips. “How fucking psychotic isyour companionto arrange to have another woman raped and tortured for the second time in a year?” He opens the door wider. “How fucking idiotic are you to come here accusing me? Taking her side.Again.”

Taking a threatening step towards me, he asks, “How fucking whipped are you that you believe her fake ass tears, instead of investigating what happened on your own?” His knife is out, but right now it’s still encased in its housing. “She wasn’t in any danger, Pax. Who do you think sent you the pin drop of her location? Why was Tweedledee and Tweedledum still there cracking jokes about what they were planning to do, instead of putting their mediocre dicks inside of her?”

“What?” I rasp out the question even though I heard what he said. He’s admitting that he set this up. He’s the one who planned this.

“I might hate Eloise, and wish a thousand fire ants would crawl up her useless cunt and eat her from the inside out, but I would never sit by and let anyone rape her.”

“You don’t know that nothing happened before you got there, Finn!”

Holden appears in the doorway, his expression matches Finn’s. “I know,nothing happened, because I’m the one who tied her to the tree.”

I stare in horror at Holden. I don’t even know either of these guys standing in front of me. “Why? What did she do to you?”

“To me?” He laughs like I’m the one who disgusts him. “Nothing.”

“Fine. Then tell me why you lured those guys there, pretending she was Thea.”

Holden says, “You’re still so caught up in your head that you can’t see. Your ears are so closed, you can’t hear. Finn offered you a clue. He told you that you’re asking the wrong questions. But I guess you’re just happy to bask in your ignorance, like always.”

Finn’s got that murderous glint in his eyes. I want to punch him, but I take a moment to think of what he said. What words he used. Somewhere in his little rant was a clue. “It wasn’ta throwaway comment about their plan. They swore it wasn’t Eloise tied to the tree, and they ran the minute I took off the pillowcase. That was supposed to be Thea.”

He taps my cheek with his knife. “Gold star. Now go back over every other question you asked and everything else you did tonight, and tell me, would you be at someone else’s door demanding answers and justice for Thea?” His head tilts to the side. “Cause I can assure you, if it had been her, no one would have gotten there in time to save her. No one would have seen a thing. Just like they didn’t see shit on Mayhem Night, even though we know someone was there recording everything.”

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