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“Shhhh!” I clamp my mouth closed and snap my head toward the door to make sure no one rushes in here to silence me, for a solid minute my heart continues to beat faster than a racehorse can run.

“Your ID and social security number say you are?—”

“I know what they say, they are fakes.” I fucking gape at the lying little shit. I knew she looked young but I never thought she was lying about her age.

“Oh my God! I made you manager of my fucking sex club and you aren’t even legal to drink. I’m going to fucking prison and I’ll lose everything!”

“No, you won’t.”

“How the fuck do you know that?” I snap.

“Because after we get out of here, I’ll quit and you can find someone else. I’m sorry, Vivian, but I really needed this job.”

“So you thought lying was the best option?”

“Would you have hired me if you knew how old I was?” she claps back. I take a deep breath and hold it a moment to try and calm myself down. There is no point worrying about this now when we have more important things to deal with like getting the fuck out of here alive.

“We’ll figure out that shit later but for right now, I need to find a way to alert Alex.”

“And how the hell are you going to do that?”

“I may need your help with that one?” I admit guiltily.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?”

“Because I need you to break my arm or something so they are forced to move us so Alex can track them on the cameras.”

“What fucking cameras?” she hisses.

“The Brotherhood has the entire town wired with cameras so we can keep an eye on everything. Alex can’t hack them all but I know the ones on the way to the hospital he has access to. I need you to hurt me enough they take me there, it’s the only way we are going to get the fuck out of here.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Vivian

Fuck!

Tears instantly stream down my cheeks and I cry out in agony as Tate lands another punch to my face. When I asked her to break something I didn’t think it through. Alex had suggested I ram my shoulder into a wall to pop it out of its socket when we spoke about this and now I’m starting to think his way would have been less painful.

“Stop!” I beg. She doesn’t listen which is what I told her to do before we started this beating, but now I am regretting that choice. When she manages to hit me in the temple my eyesight turns hazy and I grow limp beneath her. I can hear her ragged breaths and my own heartbeat thumping but it's starting to grow distant. I welcome the darkness that wants to consume andpull me under its wing. Everything becomes blurry, I feel Tate’s weight vanishing from on top of me then I’m being lifted. I can hear muffled sounds but nothing makes sense. My legs refuse to work and then I’m being dragged. I hear shouting but I can’t make out the words.

I’m shoved forward and land in a heap, I grunt in pain and close my eyes, trying to regain my equilibrium and get my wits about me which I am ashamed to admit takes me a lot longer than I had hoped. When I open my eyes again it’s bright and the drastic change from darkness to light burns my eyes forcing me to close them again and slowly blink them open. The ringing in my ears slowly starts to ebb and I sigh in relief. I look around and instantly lock eyes with Leo. It pains me to see him here. He and I were never friends or anything but we went to school together. He played on the football team with my brother and Hayze.

I continue taking in my surroundings and glare at Thomas when I see him dragging Tate out of the room we were locked in. Rather than throwing her on the ground beside me, he shoves her onto the threadbare sofa. She bares her teeth at him. She may be young but she clearly has spunk and I like that. I feel blood trickling over my upper lip and swipe it away with my arm. I flinch when I jostle my nose. I didn’t feel any bones break which is infuriating considering it hurt like a bitch and I won’t get my trip to the hospital like I hoped.

“Both of you bitches are stupid as fuck,” Leo bites out.

“Coming from you, the insult means nothing,” I fire back with a dark smirk on my face. Leo’s eyes darken and without warning he lifts his leg then stomps down onto my outstretched one. White hot pain rips through me. I throw my head back and scream as crippling pain blazes throughout my body—I felt the bone break this time. Tears cascade down my cheeks as I try to scoot away from him along the ground but the fucker isn’t done. He grips the ankle of the leg he just broke. “No, please, stop—Ahhhhhhh,” I scream out when he drags me toward him, the pain blinding and robbing me of air. I sit forward and try to bat his hand away, but the sight of the top of my calf has bile rushing up my throat. There is a perfect boot indent on the top of my leg.

“Run your mouth again and I’ll snap the other one,” Leo promises.

“Touch her again and I’ll slit your fucking throat!” Tate screams. Leo whirls around to face her but she doesn’t cower when he cocks his arm back.

“Don’t!” I scream but it’s too late, the motherfucker punches her and she flops to the side from the force. “Leave her alone!” I scream when he grabs her hair and pulls her head back then attempts to hit her again.

“Enough,” Thomas snaps and forces Leo to stop before he can hit Tate again.

“I’ll break you too, bitch,” Leo spits in Tate’s face.

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