Page 17 of Ravaged Saints

I catch Max looking around before his eyes land on me.

“They’re still locked in the room,” I say with a shrug, and Ryker laughs.

“They can pee in a bottle,” Knox mutters, not even looking up.

“Shit, what if they need to pee?” Ryker asks, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he shovels a spoonful of eggs into his mouth, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Ryker snorts, shaking his head, but no one argues. A beat of silence stretches, tension creeping back in.

“So what’s the fucking plan?” Max finally asks, dragging everyone’s attention back to Knox. He sighs, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders.

“We’ll try to learn more about them, keep them separated for a while, and see if their stories match.” He repeats what he told me.

“And,” I add, “let’s not make them feel like we’re savages. No sex talk.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Ethan walks in shirtless, his hair a total mess.

“Grayson,” Knox snaps, straightening on the bench, his muscles tensing under his shirt.

“I’m joking!” Ethan raises his hands in surrender, flashing a devious smirk.

“I’m serious,” Knox says, his voice like steel. “Until we know who they are and what they want, no one touches them.” His gaze burns into Ethan.

Ethan Grayson can be a pain in the ass sometimes; he’s childish and always trying to prove himself to us, and I don’t even know why, but it’s annoying as fuck.

“I’m going to get the girls.” I push up from my seat and head downstairs. The stairs screech against the floor, and the faint metallic scent in the air reminds me we need to do some maintenance on them.

I knock on the door, and a soft sound echoes from the other side. “Come in.” The words are calm, a gentle invitation.

Opening the door, I find the two girls sitting on the bed. Their eyes lock on mine, Bryn smiles gently, while Aspen just stares, her gaze traveling down my body, and my cock twitches under her scrutiny.

“The bathroom is over there if you need it,” I say, tipping my head toward the left. Aspen rises first, her fingers brushing Bryn’s as she takes her hand. It’s small, that touch, but I catch it. Instinct. Protection. Neither of them fully trusts us yet. Good.

I watch as they disappear through the doorway, my muscles tightening as I lean back against the wall. My mind spins through every possibility, every shift their presence could bring to the base. The sound of running water reaches me, a soft hiss against the silence. My gaze flickers toward the bathroom.

Dark tiles stretch from floor to ceiling, the space sleek and simple—grey and black, nothing unnecessary. An open shower takes up one side, fitted with six heads and a dark glass door. Four toilet stalls line the opposite wall, each with its own door, while a long vanity with three faucets sits beneath massive mirrors.

It’s not the coziest setup, but it works.

They take their time and finally exit; I lead them upstairs. “Good morning,” Bryn says, pulling a chair to sit on at the table. The guys reply, and Ethan sits next to her, gaining a death stare from Knox.

Aspen, on the other hand, stands, looking around. I see her eyes going from window to window, the exit door. She is studying the place, her hand clenched to her side, and her breathing is fast.

I look at Knox and Max, both staring at her before locking eyes with me, and we nod. We know exactly what she’s doing.

“Eggs and fruit.” Ryker places them both on the table, and Aspen finally sits; Ryker follows suit, sitting next to her, a smile on his face.

I almost chuckle at the snarl on Aspen’s face, but he pretends he doesn’t see it as he serves her some eggs.

“We have some clothes in the basement,” Max says, taking a sip of tea. “There were a couple of women working here, and they left a lot of stuff behind.”

“That’s great; I need a change of clothing.” Bryn turns to Max with that smile she’s been flashing at all of us, and I get it; this place is safer than whatever hell they were in before, and she’s doing her best to be gentle and convince us she could stay.

“I’ll show you and help bring the boxes up,” Ethan smirks, and I glance at Knox. He’s already shaking his head.

Goddamn, Ethan! The moment he heard Bryn worked at the Midnight Whispers, he started his mission to fuck her.

The Midnight Whispers was one of the more upscale clubs near the bases, with more high-class clientele like generals and senators.

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