Page 132 of Legacy

The name on his cut.

Reyes.

His dark hair is slicked back, and his almost-black eyes have deadly focus.

When he reaches my cell, I retreat as far as I can, which only seems to amuse him more.

From the corner of my eye, I feel the other girls in the room watching me.

“I should have brought my camera so I could send Legacy a little video of his woman locked up and scared. Maybe then he’ll regret draining our bank account. Ormaybe it would be better for me to record you screaming and helpless. Do you think he’d like that, Reagan?”

“He’ll kill you.” And right now, I hope he does.

“He can try. But it hasn’t worked yet.” Reyes’s lips tilt in a wicked grin. “The Twisted Kings are too soft to win this war. They couldn’t see me when I was in their ranks feeding the Iron Sinners intel, and they couldn’t see Legacy’s former whore doing it now. You’d think they’d learn, but they never do.”

“You were a Twisted King?”

He scoffs. “They thought so.”

I pause, remembering Tempe’s story about how she met Steel. She mentioned a prospect who turned on them, and thinking back, his name was Reyes.

“My uncle might be too weak to give the Twisted Kings the payback they deserve for what they’ve taken, but I’m not. After all, Titan took it out on me when that money went missing in the first place. Like I didn’t do my job when I was the one who planted that flash drive. I gave him everything. I handed him Tempe. It’s not my fault no one else around here can do anything right.”

He's rambling, and I have no idea what he’s talking about. But clearly, Reyes is out for revenge. And I’m a means for him to get it right now, which is unnerving.

Reyes reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key, unlocking my cell. If I thought being behind the bars was bad, his getting through them is so much worse. When the lock frees, he starts to pull it open, but I grab the door and quickly try to pull it shut.

“You want to make this interesting?” He grins, yanking hard so I lose my leverage and fall out of my cell.

My knees skid against the ground, ripping the skin open, and it reminds me of the woman who was taken out of here earlier.

The screaming that followed.

Scrambling, I flip over and try to scoot back before he can grab me. But he’s too quick, snagging an ankle.

“Get back here, bitch.”

My leg hurts from how hard he pulls it.

“Let her go,” Aimee yells.

Behind Reyes, I see hands reach out from between the bars. She digs her fingers into his hair and pulls him back against the cell so hard his skull slams against it.

“Fucking whore.” He grabs her wrist and twists it until she cries out. “You’re lucky I can’t touch you until your daddy is done doing Titan’s bidding, you stupid fucking bitch.”

He reaches through the bars and slams the butt of his gun against Aimee’s forehead.

Blood spills down her eyebrow as she stumbles back. But like she’s fueled by the attack, she doesn’t go down. She recovers quickly, grabbing the gun and trying to wiggle it from his grip.

I use his distraction against him, kicking him in the back of the leg and throwing him off balance.

Reyes drops the gun, and I scramble for it as fast as I can as he reaches for a second one that’s strapped to his leg. I manage to reach the gun that fell, but we aim at the same time.

Two shots ring out.

I wait for the pain.

I wait for this nightmare to end, and I hope Jesse doesn’t see me like this.

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