Page 115 of Sinning for Santa

“Rescue.”

Miles turns to face Finn. “She looks pretty crazy man.”

Gritting his teeth, Finn leans in close to Miles, getting in his face. “You’d be crazy too, if you were locked up and endured whatever it is they fucking do here. She’s a fucking rescue.” He jabs Miles. “Don’t fucking question me.”

Deciding to leave them to hash that shit out, I keep moving, seeing a sign hanging from the ceiling up ahead, with the name Dr Xavier on it.

Fucking Dr Xavier. I’m gonna gut that fucker.

“What are you doing!” a male voice yells behind us, and the click of a silenced weapon, followed by the thump of a body falling assures me my men have that shit handled.

The moment I reach the door and hear a whimper, I kick the fucking thing open, gun raised as I storm in.

There, across the room is a man, close in age to Jaxcen’s dad, practically waterboarding my girl with what looks like orange juice.

“Step away, motherfucker!”

“Who are…” he trails off, his eyes wide as he watches over my shoulder, obviously seeing my men enter behind me.

My gaze darts to Jaxcen, her blonde hair a tangled mess like someone had their hands in it, her already frail body haphazardly covered in a pale blue hospital gown as she sits slumped in a chair at a fucking dining table.

What the fuck is going on here?

“Jaxcen,” I call as I approach, but she doesn’t answer, too busy gasping for air. “Jaxcen?” I try again, my gaze darting to the doctor as he takes a step away from her.

Rounding the table, my little mouse comes into view, the only colour in her skin is the remnants of juice trailing down her chin and neck, soaking the neckline of her gown.

“Little mouse?” I say, my voice not giving away the fucking panic I’m feeling, and finally, those big blue eyes slowly track to me.

“Dev,” she mumbles, her voice slurred.

Fuck.

She’s drugged.

I see fucking red and turn my sights on to the man that would dare to harm her.

Two fucking strides is all it takes for me to reach him as he holds his hands out, thinking that will keep me back.

Fucking wrong, arsehole.

Gripping the back of his neck, I lurch him towards the table and slam his face into the surface, hearing his nose crack before he cries out.

“Stop. I was just doing what I’ve been paid to do.”

I force his head up and slam it down again.

My eyes dart to Jaxcen, still slumped in the chair, but her eyes are watching everything that’s happening, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to spend hours torturing this fucker.

Dragging him up again, I force him into the chair as Finn approaches with something in his hand.

A pill bottle. Rohypnol. The script made out to Jaxcen Summers.

Fuck.

My eyes meet Finn’s, and he shoots me a sympathetic look.

“Date rape drug,” he whispers, and I nod, already knowing that.

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