Page 135 of Rebel Revenge

Kian shook his head. “I’ve no idea, but we need to help them.” He lurched in the direction of the nearest woman.

Vaughn grabbed his arm. “Three versus a hundred, Kian,” he hissed. “We can’t save them all. We need to concentrate on Rebel.”

Everything inside me hated that. But the thought Rebel was here somewhere took priority over everything else. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Vaughn was right.

The random guy next to me, who was casually sipping his beer, glanced over at us. “Save them? This is a primal party.”

“What is that?” I choked out.

“How sex used to be, back in the day, you know? When men were actually men and there was none of this woke bullshit. See a woman you want? You fucking take her.”

“Rape her, you mean?” I could barely hold myself together.

He shrugged. “They like it. They all got signed over when they came in. Don’t stress, they can’t go crying to the cops. We’re all in costume anyway, what are they gonna say? Batman fucked my tight little cunt?” He laughed like it was hilarious.

I couldn’t even get a word out.

I’d seen some messed-up shit in my time. I’d seen men do evil things. This was maybe the worst.

Kian stared over at the woman on the ground screaming. “Does she fucking look like she likes it?” He turned around and slammed his palms against Vaughn’s chest. “Did you fucking know about this? That this is what you were signing Rebel up for when you brought her here?”

Vaughn shoved him back, his face equally distraught. “Are you insane? Of course I fucking didn’t!”

I spun around in circles, desperately searching the yard for Rebel. I checked the face of every woman in every circle, desperately wanting to save them all but knowing I was outnumbered a hundred to one.

A bellowing scream of frustration and fear burst from my lungs when I couldn’t find the one woman I would take on a hundred men for. I wouldn’t have even given it a second thought.

“She’s not here.” Vaughn came to the same conclusion I did.

“She has to be!” Kian shouted at him. “She wouldn’t just leave.” He turned to me. “You were supposed to have her back!”

“I fucking did!” I roared. “She came back for you two!”

“I haven’t seen her since we first got here.” Kian palmed the back of his neck, eyes wild.

How was that possible? She hadn’t been in the house. And she hadn’t been out the front. “She never came back out at all?”

He shook his head slowly.

The fear was choking. If one man here had laid a fucking finger on her I was going to burn them all alive. Every single sick fuck here.

“Have you called her?” Vaughn asked, pulling his phone from my hand and checking the screen.

“It goes straight to voicemail.” I shoved Kian’s phone back at him. “Check your phone.”

He looked down but then shook his head tightly. “Nothing.”

She wouldn’t have just left. I knew it in my gut. She was here. Somewhere. The fact I couldn’t get to her was killing me.

Kian paused. “I can find her on SnapChat. She added me last week. If her location is on, it’ll show me where she is.”

I didn’t even know what the hell that was, but I didn’t care.

Because something else had just occurred to me. “I don’t see Caleb.”

Vaughn scanned the party the same way I had. “I don’t see him either.”

“He’s not here,” I realized with a start. “If he were, it would have been him up there, making that announcement. Did you see the way Hugh got off on it? You think Caleb wouldn’t have wanted that power?”

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