Page 137 of Ignite

He nods.

“Nice. Saving them from the shits that entered them?”

“Exactly. Illusions of the villains.” That’s what Declan describes us as.

“So your kink is running?” Drago shoots me a look.

I shrug.

“Hunting. Primal.”

“And you’re not going to be doing that this year?”

“I’ll hunt. Just no fucking.”

Roman’s eyes go wide.

“What if the women start turning on each other? There could be another Charlotte again.”

I chuckle, she certainly threw a grenade into Declan’s games.

“I’m hoping Enzo won’t let in an assassin.” I look at Drago.

The problem is, Enzo sends in the contestants under alias names. No pictures. Nothing.

Especially with my game, the element of surprise is key.

“We will all be masked, and so will the women.”

“Nice,” Reggie chimes in.

“Finn, you’ll be waiting for the losing contestants? Correct?”

He nods.

“Yes. I need to find out everything about their families before I end them.”

I take a drag of my cigarette and tip my head back to exhale.

“We’ve got a team ready for collection?” I ask Drago.

He checks his watch, his blue eyes returning back to me.

“Yes. Scheduled to start in five hours. Good to go.”

That’s one less thing to worry about.

“Check over the contracts. I’ve left a copy in your cabin. Make sure you’re okay with the terms. I removed the submissive clause. Or it should have really been the prey clause.”

That earns a chuckle from Finn.

“Good. The keys have been planted. And each of the huts has been set with the challenges.”

Clapping my hands together, this could actually all work out.

“What’s your challenge this year?” Reggie asks.

“Survival of the kinkiest. They find a key, they track down the hut without getting caught, and then they have to complete a challenge. Each cabin has a different task for them that gives them a pass to The Chase. They fail the challenge, they’re eliminated.”

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