Page 93 of Savage Scream

“You think you’re real fucking clever, don’t you?” He jerks faster, biting his lip as his face contorts into pleasured pain.

I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see the moment he shoots cum on me, but the roar of Travis startles my eyes open, as he charges for the table we are on, his arms still bound to the chair, but the bottom half is broken away, giving him use of his legs.

I thank whatever god there is that he must have broken the chair when he toppled it over, and I watch as Adam leaps off the table towards his foster brother before they clash in a thud.

I’m terrified that Travis is going to get himself killed, and I start screaming for help. Over and over.

I never thought I’d be so happy to see Bianca Kerr in my life, but her entrance into the room, and deep bellow, directed at Adam to stop works, before she ambles down the staircase with a skinny man trailing behind her.

As the room falls silent, I’m left wondering if I’ve just traded one devil for another, or if they are about to band together to make my life a living hell.

31

JARED

Griffin has me locked in the Rogan house with the family and my mates. He thinks he’s doing me a fucking favour, trying to protect me, but I’m about ready to start killing people if they don’t let me out of here very fucking soon.

Everything is taking too much time. Time Dee doesn’t fucking have!

I never realised how many men Griffin had on his payroll until today, a hoard of them pulling up in blacked out SUVs, climbing out to cover the Rogans’ front lawn that is still new and trying to grow. They surrounded Griffin as he spoke to them, and minutes later, the twenty or so men got back in the SUVs and sped away.

Meanwhile, I had to watch from the front window of the room William uses as an office, trying to fucking read lips.

I bet Dee could have read their lips.

Shit.

Dee.

“How did you get messed up in all of this?” William asks from behind me as I pace, waiting for Griffin to come back inside the house to give me a fucking update.

I shrug. “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I snap, but then shake my head, raking my hand through my hair. “That’s not true.” I glance up at William, who’s looking a little worse for wear. “The moment I met Dee, my whole world changed. Even if I hadn’t been at that place that night, I would have still ended up involved somehow since I couldn’t seem to leave Dee alone.”

“What place on what night?” William asks, confused, and I sigh.

Can I tell him?

The Angels have filled him and Cynthia in on everything relating to Dee, even the jobs she does as Hush. They even have an idea of what Griffin does.

Why they’re trusting them with such sensitive information has me stumped, but the Rogans don’t seem to be freaking out about it as much as I thought they would. Maybe because of the stuff that happened to Rhys?

Shit, I don’t fucking know.

“I was with Travis one night,” I admit to Will, “and a drug deal turned bad. Dee showed up, and then Griffin and his cousin were called in to help, and well… here we are.” I skirt over the finer details of the night. Like Pike getting stabbed with a screwdriver and bleeding out and dying.

Slowly, William nods.

“Do you love Dee?” he asks, surprising me, and I nod quickly.

“More than anything.”

He smiles. “You’ve helped change her. I know it’s because of you that she’s started speaking.”

I shrug. I can’t really tell him that I tried to force her to speak numerous times by using sex. William seems like a nice man and a pretty chill dude, but I don’t for a minute doubt he’d throw punches if I said that to him.

“She just needed a home where she felt safe,” I say instead. “I’m not the only reason she feels comfortable enough to talk.”

William smiles again, but his eyes shift over my shoulder out the window with a frown, and I spin to see one of the blacked out SUVs pulling back up. Two men get out, speaking quickly to Griffin, and the next moment, Griffin throws punches into thin air before throwing his head back and roaring in rage.

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