Page 19 of Twisted Revelations

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Dax

From one eye, I observed D work his tech magic. Using the clues we’d gathered to locate the hotel Santino frequented, D was able to confirm he owned it. The drug kingpin was likely using the legit business to wash his dirty drug money.

What I presumed was a substantial clue, 1236 Halo Heights, the address the man kept sputtering, hadn’t turned up anything of significance. It wasn’t an address registered in the state of Texas.

From my other eye, I observed the ladies. They were glued together on the couch speaking in hushed tones. Why would DG6 spend so much time and energy tracking them down?

Their pretty faces revealed nothing, but their reactions to the danger that had started to swallow their lives had been met with unusual calm and unbreakable resistance. I’d spotted a bruise on the back of Laura’s arm, but I knew not to press her about it unless her needs were serious. I’d never met a woman who wanted a front-row seat as well as becoming an active participant in torture.

After blood and body fluids started to flow, most people couldn’t take the scent, let alone the yelling and screaming.

What had these women been through they could endure such graphic violence?

I was intrigued by Laura. If she weren’t a devout lesbian, she would have definitely been on my radar.

“Are you sure she’s twenty-five?” I asked D because everything about her was confusing to me.

“Yep, she’s as grown as you and me,” he replied as his grin grew wide at my question.

Laura’s look was fresh and young and she carried an innocence about her that didn’t match her personality. She could easily pass for a teen, and I felt like a pervert because I was attracted to her. I preferred a leggy woman with an ample chest and a nice round bottom, but Laura’s personality made up for what she lacked in height and the rest of her had been perfectly placed.

“You can forget about it. If her stomach is strong enough to watch you torture someone to death, her mentality is strong enough to resist your charms. She’s all about the great cat chase anyway,” D reminded me, knowing what I’d been thinking and teasing me for going there.

I returned my attention to him, shaking my head but knowing I’d already latched on to my next target.

“I’m trying to wrap my head around her,” I admitted. “She didn’t just watch me torture, she participated. She was even quiet long enough to let me give her pointers.”

D lifted an eyebrow. “I’m starting to think that those two…” He tilted his head in the direction of the ladies. “They are cut from the same cloth as Megan.”

“Do you get the feeling that DG6 wants them for more than Megan’s whereabouts?” I questioned because something about the situation didn’t add up.

“Yes. I think they are holding secrets. The same kind Megan was holding that has us at war with this cartel in the first place.” His statement came out matter of fact, like being at war with a cartel wasn’t a deadly endeavor.

“They aren’t going to tell us a thing if we ask outright. So, we are going to have to think strategically when it comes to handling them,” I commented, fascinated and irritated at the same time.

“If they can be handled at all,” D quipped.

Laura’s gaze met mine when I glanced back. “They can be handled,” I mumbled, talking to him, but keeping my gaze on her. “They just need a special kind of handling.”

Laura

My gaze caught flecks of light peeking in through the window that sneaked a warm touch against my arm. Its eager brightness had started to crack the darkness at 04:45 a.m.

After a lazy yawn, my gaze found the set of gray eyes that kept staring in my direction. We’d had some type of sick bonding experience over a dead man, but it didn’t mean we were friends.

I appreciated him agreeing to help us, but if he expected me to show my appreciation on my back, he’d better hit pause and delete on his mental control panel.

“Are you okay, Laura? What’s with the mean looks you’ve been giving the guys, particularly Dax? Don’t go treating them like dirt because they’re the wrong sex. I need you to remember that they are risking their lives to protect us from an enemy that had you chained to a table and about to kill you hours ago.”

“I know, Bev. I just don’t like the way he keeps looking at me. I specified to him what I like, and it was like he didn’t even acknowledge my words.” I rolled my eyes at Dax. Was that a smirk I’d seen on his face before he returned his attention to D?

Bev’s hand rested atop mine, tearing my pointed gaze from Dax’s back. He’d changed into a pair of relaxed fit designer jeans and a black long-sleeve fitted shirt that highlighted his fit build. He was fit in a way that you’d know he frequented the gym, his medium frame molded to precision.

What I truly wanted to know was how someone like him, who obviously had money, ended up at the business end of a blade and in a torture session I’d only wish on my worst enemy? He’d burned a suit and accessories worth more than everything I owned, including my car. He was rolling around in a hundred-thousand-dollar vehicle, transporting bodies, and subjecting it to gunfire. Who did that?

“Do you think those DG6 guys are going to come after us again? I’m starting to understand why Megan kept running,” Beverly regained my attention.

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