Page 2 of Endless Harmonies

“Clark and Lloyd,” I tell him. Derek is focused, and I don’t want to trip him up. Plus, there’s no reason for us both to speak right now.

“Go on,” Marcus mutters, not bothering to look up. “Be sure to see Ms. Melodie before you start working.”

“Of course.” I smirk, not worried he’ll see me since he’s so engrossed in his work. He just handed the head of their organization to us on a silver platter.

How did they manage to last this long?

Striding through the open bay of the warehouse, I force myself not to snarl at the scared women, men, and children that are curled up in crates in the space. I’m not angry at them, I’m angry at the people responsible for their presence here.

“Keep it together,” Derek murmurs under his breath, reminding me of how close we are to ending all of this.

“Yes,” I growl softly. He’s right, and I follow the directions to the office posted on the wall. I’m on alert, because this all feels far too easy.

“Hey!” Marcus roars behind me and I force myself to look relaxed. Fuck me, that’s what I get for borrowing trouble with my thoughts.

Turning with an eyebrow raised, I wait with an open look. I’m not about to slaughter you all, promise.

“Yes?” I drawl lazily.

“Ms. Melodie is upstairs, not in her office. There’s no reason for you to walk in the wrong direction and piss her off,” he explains, nodding to the stairs to the right. “Up these stairs, hang a right and walk to the end where training is. She’s in the middle of breaking in the stock. She needs assistance.”

Smirking, Marcus looks us up and down. “I’m sure you’re just the men for the job.”

Stock, breaking in… Fuck me. I guess there will be a few more witnesses to our murders than planned. My dick isn’t going near anyone I’m not fully committed to nor without consent.

My blood roars for Ms. Melodie’s death while I cruelly smile. “We’re more than up for whatever she needs,” I chuckle. I’m a man’s man right now, easily slipping into the role needed.

Derek looks bored as he waits for our next move, making Marcus bark out a laugh.

“Off you go then, don’t keep the boss lady waiting,” he says.

Nodding, we walk up the stairs as directed. Derek and I have knives hidden all over our person, wire wrapped in our belt, and are more than capable of dealing with whatever is waiting for us.

Greg will handle any fallout or witnesses left behind, though I expect we’ll remind them of fallen, vengeful angels. No one will be left alive who is part of this organization.

“Headed upstairs,” I mutter under my breath to Greg.

“I heard,” he grunts in return. “Kill everyone upstairs, we’ll take care of anyone left downstairs, unless you want me to keep some for you?”

“Marcus,” Derek says so softly I almost don’t hear him. “Keep him for us, please.”

Fuck, yes. My man wants to play. Game fucking on. He’s always gorgeous when he’s dripping in blood.

“You got it. Make sure Melodie is the ring leader in all of this when you torture her, and then make it hurt when you kill her,” Greg states. “You’ve got an hour and then we’re coming in.”

“Yep,” I mutter without moving my lips as we hit the top of the stairs. Following Marcus’ directions, I knock on the steel door waiting for me.

There’s silence up here until the door is opened. A wave of despair washes over me, and I can hear pain and crying from behind the bottle blonde standing in front of me.

“Yes? Oh, you’re pretty,” she purrs, pulling us into the room. “I have buyers waiting for this stock. The auctions will be happening next week and I need docile slaves who know how to be fucked. I don’t care about where they’re from, they’re nobodies. They are here to make me money.”

“Yes, Ms. Melodie,” I murmur with a slow grin. “We can do that for you. It sounds as if you’ve already started?”

“Yes, but I need men with bigger cocks,” she complains. “I think you’ll work out just fine. Let’s start, shall we?”

My blood is boiling. I force myself not to look around yet, outside of tracking how many men are in the room, because I don’t want to lose control. There are six, and multiple people in crates and cages. Soon, Derek and I will unleash our wrath for taking what isn’t theirs.

“There are three new girls who were brought in this week,” Melodie explains as we walk together through a door into a separate room. She shuts the door behind us, and Derek and I shift our bodies so that she’s no longer at our backs.

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