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Snatching the pill container off my mate, I turn back to the doctor, who’s looking around in every direction, probably trying to figure out a path to his freedom, while I pour a number of the meds into my palm.

“Did I just walk in to find you forcing my girl to drink this juice?” I point to the jug on the table, lift it and start pouring more into the glass he’d used for Jaxcen.

“I…I…”

“The correct answer is yes,” I snap, placing the jug of juice back down and lifting the glass. As I round the table again, I nod to Finn, who approaches from the other side, and the doctor starts to panic, his head darting from me to Finn and back.

With rough hands, Finn grips the doctor’s face, punching him in the ribs every time he tries to swing a fist at one of us, and the moment the doctor yells, I shove the pills in his mouth and fill it the rest of the way with juice.

“Swallow!” I boom, slapping my hand over his mouth to close it, and he struggles against us, not really enjoying being treated the way he treated my girl.

Too fucking bad, arsehole.

Chapter twenty-five

Jaxcen

There’s a monster in the room, and it’s not Dr Xavier. I’m sad that I’m so hazy. I want to see Devon like this. I want to see him in his devil form, maiming. Destroying. Killing.

Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. I know it’s not really. It’s just the way my brain is processing things with last night’s drugs in my system, and I know it won’t be long until I’m completely disoriented once the drug laced juice that made it to my stomach kicks in.

I never expected him to come for me. Not here. I know he said he’d protect me, but I betrayed him and stole the Corvette. I left when he asked me not to. He could have left me to my own devices and let me suffer.

Instead, he came for me.

There’s a red river of blood pouring from Dr Xavier’s nose, and the smell of orange juice is everywhere. Not just on me, but on the doctor too.

When I blink, my lids feel heavier to reopen, and it takes more energy than it should to make them comply.

Don’t pass out, Jaxcen.

Don’t take your eyes off your monster.

Watch the beast in action.

Watch him make Dr Xavier pay.

There’s more yelling, and I focus on the monstrous contortion of Devon’s face as he punches the doctor again, smashing his face up with his fist.

He does it over. And over. And over.

I feel a smile. Idon’t know if my face is actually working, but on the inside, I’m beaming with satisfaction.

In Devon’s hand, something glints, and I see it for a brief moment as he lifts it, the sharp edge of a steak knife, coming into view.

Again when he moves, it’s in slow motion, but he slams it into the doctor’s thigh.

Movement across the other side of the table draws my attention, and I lazily take in the looming man, all dressed in black, his appearance sparking a memory.

Church.

St Catherine’s.

He was there the night Devon kidnapped me. He came in afterwards with a group of men in suits, and that really cool woman.

What was his name?

Reed? Rohan? Riggs?

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