Page 87 of Target

Anger like I have never felt races through me. I can feel myself losing control of all senses aside from pain and rage. My life will carry on with a gaping hole in it if I lose Madalyn. That is something that I am not willing to do.

We arrive at the property where we have been told they are keeping my woman. It is surrounded by a high fence and a gate, that looks like it has seen better days.

My jaw cracks under the pressure of grinding my teeth.

“We have an Ol’ Lady inside and we do not want to risk doing anything that could get her hurt. Anyone in a Deadly Dwellers cut, you shoot that motherfucker. None of them leave here alive,” Racer commands and we nod.

“How are we going to get in there with that thing protecting them?” Forge mutters, pressing on the gate.

From what I can see, there are no security cameras up, so they will not see us coming.

I am ready to go in there and get my woman. Music plays loudly from inside and cheering can be heard.

“They are having a fucking party,” Rouge growls, his eyes focused on the house.

We all hear revving behind us, and looking over my shoulder, I see Logan behind the wheel of a fucking Hummer, smiling like he has hit the jackpot. He hits the gas, storming forward with a wide grin on his face. With a loud crash, the truck slams into the gate, ripping it apart.

Crazy motherfucker.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

MADALYN

I am sick to my stomach.

Watching these men drink, take drugs, and smoke while cheering on strung-out girls dancing, barely wearing any clothing — it's a nightmare. They all look underage, dirty, and high on drugs. It breaks my heart that they are being put through this.

As I scan the room, my heart races. I need to find a way out, while praying that Target finds me. I know that once he finds out I have been taken, he will come looking and Crypt will be his first go to.

“Fuck, yes, you slut. Suck her clit.” I gag, seeing one of Crypt’s men push a girl’s face into another girl’s legs.

Tears fill my eyes as I take it all in. God knows what Crypt has in store for me; he has not said much other than I am his and he will never let me go again.

Sitting in a chair at the back of the room, I see everything that is happening and I think that was his intention. He wants me to see what they can do to women, me included.

My gaze lands on him and I see him smirking at me, a sickly dark look in his eyes, loving how much this is hurting me.

Seeing what is going on, it is a stark reminder of the darkness that can exist in the world, but also how easy a life can be turned around. I have no doubt most of these girls were from a nice home, and a loving family, only to be taken by these dogs and degraded.

It is sickening.

God, I hope Target and the brothers find me. A sob slips free, my hands going to my face as I cry. My body racks with sobs, wishing to be anywhere but here.

I’d rather be in Kohen’s warm arms, his lips on my skin, his fingers tracing over my body.

The memories of our time together flash through my mind, a stark contrast to the hell I'm currently enduring. I remember the gentle way he would caress my hair, the warmth of his embrace that made me feel safe. I miss him. Miss his touch and his love. What he makes me feel is love, something I have always wanted.

A scream pulls me back into the room and I gasp, seeing one of Crypt’s men pulling one of the girls by the hair, kicking her as they reach a table. I know what he intends to do and I need to stop it.

“Crypt, stop this. God, when did you turn into a monster?”

Everyone looks back to me. Crypt gets to his feet, finishes off the whiskey he has in his glass, and throws it across the room. It flies past where the girls are dancing and they cry out as the glass shatters against the wall next to them, shards of broken glass covering their bare feet.

Shit.

The men laugh and shout at the girls to keep dancing. Fuck, now I have made it worse for them as they have to dance on broken glass.

Tears fall down my cheeks, which makes Crypt happy.

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