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It would be days, maybe even weeks, before his car was found.

Empty.

No trace of where he’d gone and no tire tracks from my car in the snow thanks to the warming weather promised by forecasters for the next couple of days.

I snacked on the granola bars and apples I’d brought from the cabin since the sandwiches I’d packed were long gone, and I laid back my seat, forcing my eyelids shut. Strength would be needed for what lay ahead, and I couldn’t fuck up now that I was so damn close to finishing.

The flash of headlights had me sitting upright. Dad’s SUV, the one he’d given me a ride in when I’d gotten out of jail, pulled in alongside me.

He shut off his vehicle and climbed out, the chirp of the lock telling me he wouldn’t question my suggestion to drive him to the cabin.

And that he either hadn’t heard about Devon and Jenny’s demise or was too stupid to be suspicious.

Dark clothes, not the office type, suggested he knew what lay ahead…or rather, what he thought he had planned.

Blood.

While true, it wouldn’t be anyone’s but his shed tonight.

“How far?” He grunted while buckling himself into my passenger seat.

I started up the cold car and eased out onto the road before answering. “Hour, give or take.”

“Where the hell are we going?”

Somewhere they’ll never find your body.

“Old cabin northwest of here,” I replied rather than voicing what went through my mind. “Belongs to a guy I knew in jail.”

“The bitch is still alive?”

“For now.”

“Did you hurt her good?”

I relived a few moments of breaking her in my mind, her back slammed against the wall while I fucked her pussy. Her ass stretched around my dick and the tears she’d cried. “Yeah,” I fought to keep a lustful rasp from my voice.

Lloyd grunted his acknowledgement.

But I wanted more than that. I wanted to hear from his own lips how he’d defiled my princess. I wanted him to admit to raping his stepdaughter.

“But probably not as much as you’re going to.” I kept my tone conversational.

Lloyd’s snicker flared the blood rage back to life in my gut.

“She’s a kinky slut. Never got off unless I inflicted pain in some way.”

My jaw ached from clenching my teeth.

“She too far gone for one last fuck?”

I shook my head—but it wouldn’t be him doing the fucking. “She’s waiting for you.” I wasn’t so sure about that, but I hoped like fuck she was.

“I’m proud of you, son.”

I glanced at him, my lips tight. Out of all the times I’d longed to hear those words from his mouth, I sure as fuck hadn’t expected them for kidnapping a woman, breaking her, and giving him the chance to hurt her.

Fucker. He gazed at me with softness in his eyes as though he really meant it while I fought to control the beast wanting to rip his face off.

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