Page 123 of Fortress of the Brave

Gross.

“He didn’t care about the girls,” Cameron spits. “He just wanted the coke, alright. That’s all he wanted. We had a drop-off. I’ll give you the address. Then we got paid, and that was it.”

“So that was your only job? Stealing the coke and ensuring that it got to its final destination?” Fynn shakes his head. We all know that it’s bullshit.

Cameron tries to hold his face together yet fails miserably. “No, I watched the girls in the shipping container too.”

I see Marco tense as my hands ball into fists.

Fynn shakes his head at Marco. Now that Cameron is freely talking, letting him get his final words out is best.

“Which girls?”

“The hot Russian and the little rich bitch who nobody was allowed to touch.”

My eyes start to feel pain as I move towards him at the same time Marco does.

Angelo holds Marco back, but nobody goes to stop me.

“What about them? With your history, you never touched either one of them?”

“Those two were off-limits, but the other bitches weren’t. For some reason, the Russian virgin was a prize that would get more money. Virgins are worth more than gold on the black market…or so I’ve heard.”

Angelo lets Marco go as he lands a punch to Cameron’s jaw so hard I hear his jaw break. Wincing, even Rocco turns away.

He garbles a cry and Marco pounds his face, and Fynn just stands back, shaking his head.

“Should have warned you that’s my brother's girl,” Fynn says, looking anything but apologetic.

“What about Mia?” I pull Marco off, needing to hear from this asshole's mouth.

“Did anyone touch her?”

Cameron is wailing too much to even garble any kind of reply as I circle him. Marco picks himself up, satisfied, straightening out his suit. Fucker didn’t even get it wrinkled.

“Answer him!” Fynn shakes Cameron by his shoulders as he cries out in more pain.

“I told you!” He spits. “We weren’t allowed to touch those two…they were a prize for the highest bidder…”

I shake my head. I want to fucking kill this asshole with my bare hands.

He was the fucking guard that Mia spoke about, the one who leered at her and made suggestive comments. The one she’s terrified of.

Fynn’s eyes meet mine, and he smirks. “Brother?”

I pace. “I want to fuck him up,” I state. “He put marks on my girl, on Marco’s too…on Sage…”

“What are you going to do about it?” Angelo gives me a chin lift, stepping towards me. He places a hand on my shoulder.

“I want to ask Fynn if I can do it,” I say calmly. “But that’s not fair. He’s suffered the worst in all of this.”

Angelo gives me a look of approval as he squeezes my shoulder.

“It’s alright. I’m sure Fynn won’t mind sharing,” Angelo says, his eyes shifting to Marco.

Marco gives him a chin lift.

Approval.

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