Page 45 of Make Me Beg (Rich Demons of Darkwood 2)

But like every weapon I could employ against these men, I’d get one shot and one shot only. I had to make it count.

I quickly got dressed, then pretended to be reading a message on my cell phone. “Jenna,” I whispered as I shook my head and grinned, hoping the watcher would think I was heading off for an early morning study session.

I headed out of the room, wondering what other cameras might be watching me. I hid inside the house behind the door of an empty room in the hallway and watched as Cain stumbled out of his room, looking pissed as hell.

He banged on Remington’s door until a sleepy-looking Remington yanked it open. “What?” Remington demanded.

“What the fuck,” Cain said. “Can you believe what your little devil did?”

“She’s mine now?” Remington sounded amused as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in the doorway, which earned him a glower from Cain. “I guess she was extra naughty this time.”

“I assume this is becauseyoufucked with her and now she’s out for blood. Christ.” Cain sounded so genuinely grouchy and upset that I had to press my hand over my lips to smother my laugh. God, these men were a delight.

Cain turned around and kicked open my bedroom door. It splintered under the force of the impact, swinging wildly off the hinges before it slammed to the floor. He stepped on the door as he stormed into my room. I wrenched down on my lower lip, trying to keep from laughing, but I was dying. He was so big and scary and throwing such a tantrum, it was hilarious. The look on his face was a memory I was going to tuck away to bring out whenever I had a bad day.

Thinking about being a thousand miles away from these men and having only memories was odd, and it felt like a strange tugging inside my chest. It already felt as if we’d been tied together for years.

Time flies when you’re having…well, not fun exactly. Time flies when you have psychopaths?

“She’s gone.” Cain seemed even more put-out as he stepped back over the groaning shards of the door.

“I hope she didn’t leave forever,” Remington said mildly.

“Never mind that. Come with me,” Cain ordered.

Remington rolled his eyes. “Save the dominant routine for Aurora.Shethinks it’s cute.”

The two of them left together anyway, though.

I took the opportunity to slip down the hall and into Cain’s room. It would be no surprise to me if he wanted a constant video feed of my room. He broughtpossessive bastardto new and previously uncharted levels.

I sat down at his long wooden desk–trying to push down the memories of touching myself on this desk–and opened his laptop. I searched it thoroughly but didn’t find any sign of a camera feed. Frowning, I moved to the doorway and listened carefully before rushing down the hall to Remington’s room.

His door was locked–what an untrusting bastard–and it took me a few long seconds to work my lockpicks. Then I slid inside his room and looked around.

Cain had one sleek Macbook, but Remington had multiple computers and half-a-dozen monitors; his custom-made L-shaped desk took up a big portion of his oversized room. His room was full of bookshelves stuffed with books, and I was curious to see what the titles were if I hadn’t had a mission.

I needed to know which one of them was watching me so I could plan my attack. I might even be able to change their feed when I needed to so they wouldn’t know I was gone.

But I couldn’t access the feed from anywhere on Remington’s computer. I frowned at the screen, tugging at the end of my hair absently.

I opened his email and began to look through his messages.

One of them had the subject line PRESENT FOR YOU, and I would’ve thought it was a random porn email except that it was starred automatically, as if the sender was important to Remington. I opened it.

Inside was nothing but a photograph.

It showed a little boy, his face twisted and tear tracks down his cheeks, crying so hard it looked as if he couldn’t catch his breath. It was so upsetting and shocking that I clicked X to exit.

I took a deep, steadying breath. My father used to make me watch the most awful videos where kids were being tortured, hurt, raped when I was a child myself. He said that I had to understand the men who were hurting them in those videos, because they were our prey. Then I’d helped him to lure those men off the streets so my father and I could torture them.

The things I’d seen were seared into my brain, but I’d almost managed to forget them. Now I had to press my hand over my mouth and breathe slowly through my nose as I tried to fight down the bile rising up my throat.

Remington.

Involved in hurting kids.

I thought he was a monster in so many ways, and yet I was shocked he could hurt kids. Remington wasn’t that kind of man…I’d thought.

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