Page 61 of Sinful Kingdom

I want to fight it, the inevitable darkness. Allow it to consume me and take me away.

It’ll be easier that way.

But I can’t. Not while they have Zay. Not until I know he’s safe.

Not until…

* * *

Icome back to with a start. It takes me a few seconds to realise it was pain that woke me.

Opening my eyes, I find two masked men before me with an array of weapons in their hands.

I’ve no idea what they just used to bring me to, but I’m confident it wasn’t the metal bar in one of their hands, because I don’t think anything hurts badly enough for it to be broken.

My teeth grind as I snarl at them. Not that I’m in any way scary, trapped up here, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.

“Oh good. You’re awake,” Grant booms, his footsteps getting closer before he emerges out of the shadows. “Did you know,” he taunts, “today is your lucky day?”

I scoff, hardly able to believe that’s the case.

“I think our definitions of lucky are vastly different,” I spit, my voice hoarse.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think we’re very similar, you and me. We certainly want the same things.”

“Never,” I hiss.

“You sure about that?”

Movement rips my attention from him, and I find more men filling the room.

“Where’s Zay? What have you done with him?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Alexander. Your little buddy is quite safe right now. But if you want him here, that’s your decision to make.”

My nostrils flare as he taunts me.

I don't trust a single word that spills from his lips, but there’s a huge part of me that I can’t ignore screaming at me to leave him where he is. He doesn’t need to witness whatever these twisted fucks have planned. I’ll just have to pray that wherever they have him, he’s not experiencing worse than I’m about to.

“What do you want?” I snarl.

He chuckles darkly.

“I had all these plans for you, kid. Beautiful, wonderful, plans. But then something turned up and threw a spanner in the works. Only that spanner wasn’t a bad thing. It was a very, very good thing, because it’s going to make this so much more exciting.”

“Stop talking in fucking riddles,” I snap.

“You know, it’s a good job you’re pretty. You’re not much good for anything else, are you, Deimos?”

“I dunno, I overpowered you in a fight pretty quickly.”

He smirks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because I let you.”

“Bullshit. You’re a pussy. Just like him,” I sneer, jerking my head toward Peter. “He couldn’t even show his face. Instead, he hid behind a camera screen. Probably for the best, to be fair. No girl, no matter how inexperienced, would want his small cock anywhere near her.”

I roar in pain as something thrashes against my bound legs, but I don’t look down to see what their goons are doing. Instead, I keep my eyes focused on them.

“Do your worst,” I tell them. “I can take everything you throw at me.”

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