Page 202 of Broken Dreams

It’s said so eloquently that I can’t find a reason to say no.

“Do a count to make sure everyone who matters is out, and then have at it,” I confirm, grinning as he quietly whoops. “Did we get all of the cameras?”

Sliding the can into one of the pockets of his utility pants, he shrugs. “For now. I’ll watch for them,” he says.

“This gate isn’t very secure,” Duncan says, shining a laser light that shows that it’s tripped by someone walking through it. “I’m going to cut the wires to give us the ability to walk over all of this onto the property. Watch where you put your feet.”

Quickly and efficiently we cross into Miles Kellogg’s backyard, moving through the woods to his home. Each step is intentional and as silent as possible. Kane is happily spray painting the lenses of cameras as we move, and Duncan crept up on a guard and snapped his neck.

Stupid fucker was listening to his earphones and never saw it coming.

“If you’re going to be a guard, fucking do your job,” Morris mutters. “Incompetent idiots.”

He’s not wrong. It feels too easy, which makes my skin crawl. Miles never was the type of person who suffered fools. I doubt that he’s ever had his security breached either, though.

If you believe you can’t be found, then it’s possible that everyone else around you believes the same.

Duncan picks the locks easily, while Callum and Morris are able to shut off the alarm to only include the doors and windows after we’re inside.

Using their phones, they search the video cameras that they’ve hacked into to find Miles.

“He’s in the office,” Morris murmurs. “There appears to be someone else with him, guys. Kane, take Damon and do what you have to. Clear the house.”

In rapid succession, we begin to move, and I struggle to stay in the moment. It’s very odd to be in his home, though it’s thankfully not the one where he attempted to strip my humanity and my voice from me.

I think that’s the only thing helping me keep it together.

Christian fitted me with a new harness that goes around my thigh and one at the small of my back. He had me practice pulling from both in the hallway outside of the nest before he was satisfied. I have to admit that I like these better than the others I’ve worn in the past.

I have knives hidden all over my body, with one holding my hair off my face right now. My mother just smiled and told me to be careful. The pink and blonde is covered along with the knife with a hat, so no one can see it, just like Kane is also covering his.

Linus looks every part the spy too, all because of how bright our hair colors are.

It seems like a silly thing to worry about, until you’re spotted by the reflection of light.

On the way over here, we decided I would be the bait, which I have no problem with.

“Hello, Alpha Miles,” I purr, walking into his office as if I own it. Callum and Morris also told me on the drive over about how they’ve already begun to drain his accounts.

Feels fitting since the bastard used my name for his business.

It’s almost four in the morning, yet here Miles is working at the computer with a naked girl on her knees next to him. She’s wearing a heavy iron collar, which chains her and keeps her there. Her eyes are wide and wild, making me wonder if she’s not been here long.

If I were to guess, she appears to be about twelve. Fuck, he’s buying them younger and younger. I wonder if he’ll bother waiting until she’s older or not.

Somehow, I doubt it.

“Who are you?” he asks, his lip curling in disgust. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

“I’m Quinn Kelly, but you met me as little Quinn Hughes,” I remind him. “You can’t tell me you don’t remember me when your umbrella company is named after me. Is he still showing signs of Alzheimer’s?”

I ask the girl on the floor more for theatrics than anything else. She’s shivering and I can smell the scent of piss. Fuck, who knows how long he’s had her there.

It was one of the many mind games he’d like to play. He’d force me to drink water and then refuse to let me use the restroom. Since he beat the words out of me, I’d just hold it. When I started getting urinary tract infections, he called me useless, but stopped that particular game.

Therefore, he’s clearly suffering from memory issues now that’s begun with this bullshit again.

“Traci, did you piss?” Miles yells, his voice making her flinch as she begins to cry. “I’ll handle you soon enough.”

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