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Not a single word is exchanged. I have nothing to say to him. Because, what I’ve realized is, if I could, I would kill him with my bare hands.

Does that make me a monster too? Just like the ones who run this game.

Are we all just evil deep down?

I shake my head. I know I’m not. I try to be a good person. Even when my world is ripped apart.

But the woman who walks out of here, if she ever does, is not going to be the same Hallie that entered.

Chapter 58

CONAN

Inearly kick Drago’s door off its hinges.

“Drago!” I shout, storming down the hallway like a fucking bomb about to blow.

“In here,” he calls from the left.

I spin around and burst into his office—red-faced, heart jackhammering, breath all over the place.

“Can you pull up all the applications Enzo sent and the addresses the men were sent to to collect the contestants?”

Drago squints. “Yeah. What’s going on?”

I rub my temples, trying to push back the pounding in my skull. My head feels like it’s about to crack open.

“Hallie. My girlfriend? She’s a contestant.”

His eyes widen and my heart is threatening to explode.

“How?”

“I have no fucking idea.” I throw my hands up. “Enzo said this was about sex clubs. That the contestants were either the partners of or worked for the men who frequented them. Hallie is neither. As far as I know, she’s not involved in anything like that. Not even close.”

“This doesn’t feel right, Conan,” Drago mutters, already typing.

I collapse into the chair beside him, my gut twisted in knots.

“Okay,” he says, clicking through files. “So, the girls’ names are aliases. But Enzo will have the full names stored somewhere. Still, we have descriptions. And addresses. Here.”

He pushes the laptop toward me and checks his phone, leaving me to scan the file.

And there it is. Hallie’s address.

I blink. My stomach churns.

“I think I might throw up.”

Drago inches his chair back.

“Conan, I know I’m the new guy around here. But I’ve been in this world a long time. Stay calm. Read the documents. Then we’ll make a plan.”

I click through until Contestant Ten’s profile comes up.

The description is her.

The address is hers.

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