Page 77 of Seducing Selena

We were only a few hours outside the city.

Derek and I hauled him to the chair where he had our Omega tied down, and held him there, securing the straps.

Seb holstered the gun as we strapped him down. “Have anything to say for yourself?”

Delano seemed resigned to it. “No.”

“Too bad.”

I walked over to the camera and turned it off. We didn’t need a record of this. “He burned her,” I said. “And cut her, from the looks of it.”

On the floor, there was a poker still glowing, and it sat next to the remnants of our Omega’s cuffs. I spotted the bolt cutters on the table, and fury surged through me. Grabbing them, I handed them to Sebastian.

We wouldn’t make Sebastian do everything, but there were some things he was better at.

“Everything that happens here is what you have coming, Delano. And frankly, you need a hell of a lot more than we can give you.” We found gloves and put them on.

Sebastian put the bolt cutters between his legs, and we got started with a punishment that was a long time coming.

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When he finally stopped moving, we all let out a breath. We hadn’t taken as long as we could have drawing out Delano’s death. But there were other, more important things, like going back to our Omega and making sure she was okay.

The three of us looked like we’d come out of a horror movie with the blood that was on us. I didn’t know what it said about me that I didn’t feel remotely bad about the damage we’d inflicted on him, but I didn’t. I knew exactly what he’d done to countless women over the years, and what we gave him was nothing in comparison.

I retrieved the memory card from the camera before we left the basement. Things were far calmer than when we left, the bodies gone and our soldiers milling around. To my surprise, Jensen waited for us.

“Am I going to like what I find down there?”

“I don’t imagine so.” I gave him the memory card. “Selena is on there, and we found her naked. I don’t doubt what he said on here is incriminating, but if anyone other than who is necessary sees it?”

He held up a hand. “I got it. Thank you. We weren’t able to get everyone we planned, but it was enough.”

“It’s done?” Seb asked. He sounded exhausted. We all were.

“It’s done,” he said. “You guys are free. We’ll need some debriefs from you, and testimony, when the time comes. But as far as I’m concerned, y’all are free to go.”

I didn’t even know how to react to that. After three years… it was hard to believe. Nothing was going to sink in until we’d been out of the club for a while. “We’ll need a place to stay until we get on our feet.”

Jensen held out a hand and shook mine before giving a card to each of us. “This is Roger Parker’s number. Part of his job description is to give you whatever you need. Let him know, and he’ll make it happen. Oh, and while you were down there… doing whatever, some of the information you asked for came through.”

All three of us perked up. “Tell us.”

“For a while, all the overdose deaths—especially the ones marked as hormone overdose—were connected to a Selena Martin.”

I growled, and Jensen smirked. “Yeah, I thought that might be the reaction when I saw her staff picture and recognized your girl. She’s asleep, by the way. My guys did some more digging. The reason they were connected to her was because a keycard registered to her accessed the medication storage at the right times. But it was a clone.”

“A clone?” Derek asked. “What do you mean?”

“Meaning, it would register in the system as Selena’s name, but it wasn’t her actual staff card. The difference in the system was so small there would be no reason for the hospital to notice. But for the last two weeks, there’s been another name. Kyle Forsyth.”

“Selena mentioned he’s her friend,” I said.

Jensen nodded back toward there were now some computers set up. “I thought you’d want to see this. Because the first card was a clone, we checked this one too. Also a clone. Kyle’s card was copied. Nothing truly suspicious popped up in these deaths, so they weren’t investigated. But because the hormones are controlled substances—”

“There are security cameras,” Sebastian finished for him.

“Indeed there are.” Jensen tapped a few buttons and pulled up security footage of someone who was very muchnotSelena coming out of a door in the hospital. “This person, whose name is Gloria Parker, is connected with every swipe of the cloned cards. We dug into her financials, and she’s being paid by one of the shell corporations Normality uses. This is her.”

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