Page 83 of Torment

“And what’s that?” Hunter asked.

Colton looked at him. “Playing.”

And then James cursed. “Fuck!”

“Where is she, Riggs?” Hunter grabbed him by the shoulder. “Tell me where she is.”

“They have her in the dining room.”

Hunter shoved him forward. “Lead the way.”

“Listen to me,” Colton said. “What you’re about to walk in on, you can’t lose your shit, Hunter.”

Hunter’s blood ran cold. “What are they doing to her?”

“Like I said, Rex is in the mood toplay, and you’re not going to like what you see. But you need to keep your shit together.”

Hunter stormed forward and pushed Colton hard against his chest, sending him stumbling backward. “If you don’t take me to her right now, I’m going to lose my shit right here.”

“Hunter, I’m serious.”

“So the fuck am I!”

Colton roughed his hand through his hair and dropped a shit load of F-bombs. Hunter didn’t care. He didn’t care if the fucking Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse came around the corner riding on galloping unicorns. All he cared about was getting Scarlet back.

“Follow me,” Colton finally said. “Just keep your guns out of sight. This place is swarming with Rex’s men.”

James fell into step next to Colton. “Do we know why he’s here yet?”

And then it all clicked together.

“Holy shit.” Hunter grabbed James’s shoulder. “It’s him, isn’t it? The guy you said you had on the inside—it’s soldier boy here?”

James didn’t answer.

“Baxter, did you know about this? Were you in on his plan all along?”

“No, of course not,” James blurted out. “I would never go along with something like this.”

“He didn’t know, Hunter,” Colton chimed in. “I acted alone. But it was never my intention to let her get hurt, which is why I didn’t destroy the bug you planted on her, even though I knew about it.”

Holy fucking shit. Hunter didn’t know which one of them he wanted to punch first. Was it possible for two full-grown men to act so fucking stupid?

“Remind me to kick both your asses when all this is done. Now let’s go.”

Hunter and James followed closely behind Colton while carefully scanning the surroundings. As they walked up the stairs to what looked like the back porch, two men with rifles positioned themselves at the top, waiting for them.

Hunter placed his hand on the gun he had tucked in his side and studied both of the men, ready if they even thought about making a move. James did the same.

“Gentlemen,” Riggs started. “These guests are here to see Rex.”

Hunter tightened his grip around the gun, his heart beating a staccato rhythm against his ribs. There was a part of him that hoped these fuckers would be hostile so that he had an excuse to go allTerminatoron everyone’s fucking asses. But to his disappointment, they coolly stepped to the side and allowed them to enter the house.

How the fuck did Riggs do that? How did he manage to get all these people to trust him in less than a fucking day?

It was simple…he gave Brent what he wanted, and now Riggs had the SOB’s eternal fucking gratitude. What a bunch of fucking idiots.

Stepping into the house, Hunter didn’t even pause for a second to admire all the crappy knickknacks laying around. He didn’t care that it was a huge-ass mansion that screamed shit loads of money. All he cared about was finding her.

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