Page 91 of Savage Scream

“Cyn.” Will tries to wrap her in his arms, but she shoves him away, determination written across her face as she waits for answers.

“Mrs Rogan, this is Griffin Marx. He’s uh… an acquaintance of Dee’s.” I offer, and her eyes narrow.

“What sort of acquaintance?”

“The sort that will help get Dee back.” The new voice that floats to us from the door belongs to Amanda Angel, and I glance at Cynthia to see her brows shoot up.

“Amanda?”

“Jared, perhaps you can go with Griffin and fill him in with what happened,” Bec suggests, stepping into the room next to her sister. “Amanda and I will tell Cynthia and William the truth.”

“Well, someone better start telling the fucking truth around here!” Cynthia snaps, and I stand from the bed as Bec and Amanda comfort the Rogans, and I head to the living area with Griffin.

“We have to go, man,” I snap. “Adam Kerr took her. He said he was going to rape her before she dies. We have to go.”

Griffin nods, barking orders to his men to do a drive-by of the Kerr house before I tell him that Rhys and the others are hiding at the park up the road.

The house quickly gets overrun with Marx crew, and the Angels take the Rogans up to the park to get the others, while I stare at the gun on the counter that I had earlier.

I want to pick it up, drive across town to that shitty fucking house, and shoot every motherfucker in sight.

But I know I can’t. I’m not trained to be that fucking skilled, and I know going in guns blazing might end up in Dee’s death prematurely.

Fuck.

FUCK!

Why didn’t I pull the trigger when we first entered the room?

Why did I fucking hesitate?

Now she’s gone, and I may never see her again, and I never got to tell her that I love her back.

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DEE

The car trip takes about twenty-five minutes. How do I know that? I counted. There’s not much else to do in the boot of a car with only darkness surrounding you. So if I’m correct, we are pulling up somewhere near Redfield. Perhaps Redfield Lake?

It’s entirely possible we went in the other direction, but I don’t think the Kerrs would go east. No, I have a feeling we have just stopped at the house Griffin said the Kerrs own on the lake.

The boot flies open, and I snap my teeth at the hands coming towards me, but it’s not enough to deter them, and their rough grip hurts as I’m pulled out of the trunk and slung over a shoulder.

Adam’s shoulder.

I glance around, taking in as much as I can, but unfortunately, we are in a big garage, so I can’t see anything outside, but the yellow mustang is enough. I am definitely at Bianca Kerr’s lake house.

We enter a passage, and a door opens before we descend a staircase.

Shit. A basement.

Houses in Australia don’t typically have basements, but the Kerr houses do. It’s where they grow their weed, or make their drugs, or, in this case, hold their captives.

“Hey! Hey!” Adam laughs before slapping my arse hard. “Look what I found.”

“Fuck you, Adam! Let her go!”

Shit.

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