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I stepped toward him.

“Hold his head,” I told Jace. “I’m going to finish. Then we can kill this asshole.”

I was satisfied by the fear in Calvin’s eyes when Jace held his head.

Daisy had been scared when she’d been kidnapped, when she and Jace had almost been run off the road, and I’d bet the missing girls had been scared too, were scared now, if any of them were still alive.

I reached for Clavin’s tongue and raised my knife.

Chapter 59

Daisy

Itried to watch TV, flipping from show to show while my mind spun and my stomach turned, but eventually I gave up. I couldn’t focus on anything but the Beasts — what they were doing, where they were, if they were okay.

Finally I settled into a fitful sleep on the sofa, my mind filled with dark and disturbing images I didn’t try to push away. The Beasts were living it, and I’d already vowed not to hide my head in the sand. I’d spent too many years sheltered and protected, and the whole time I hadn’t even known that the men living in my house — my dad and Blake — were smiling at me and Ruth and then hurting girls just like us.

So I let the images come, startling awake every twenty minutes, listening for the sound of Benji’s tires on the gravel out front.

I was in the kitchen making coffee, the sun just starting to rise when it finally came.

At first I thought maybe I was imagining it, and I paused, listening more closely before running to the living room windows.

It was Benji, the green SUV pulling to a stop in front of the house. I held my breath, waiting.

Wolf got out of the driver’s side looking exhausted, then Jace got out of the passenger side. Finally, Otis stepped out of the back.

They were all alive. Covered in blood and what looked like dirt, but alive.

I rushed to the front door and unarmed the alarm, then watched as they trudged up the porch steps.

None of us said anything as they filed into the house. For a long moment, we just looked at each other. I could feel my chest rising and falling too fast, like I’d been running when I’d been doing the opposite of running all night.

Tension hung between us, the weight of what they’d done — of what we’d done, because I’d been part of it too — in their eyes, in their expressions, in the blood and dirt covering their clothes.

I could hardly breathe, felt like I was going to jump out of my skin, adrenaline surging though my body even though we were just standing there, staring at each other.

And then Jace was on me, his mouth slamming onto mine while he pawed at my tank top, his tongue invading my mouth like a pillaging army.

He tore his mouth away. “Somebody get this the fuck off.”

Otis moved behind me and I felt him lift my tank top, pulling it over my head just before Jace’s mouth crashed down all over again.

He backed me into the living room, his mouth still on mine, his hands reaching for my shorts as I pulled at his shirt like an animal.

For a minute we were a jumble of mouths and arms and legs. I barely registered Wolf pulling off my shorts and underwear before stripping off his own clothes and moving behind me, hishard dick nestled in the crack of my ass. He cupped my tits from behind and Jace kicked off his boots and pulled down his jeans.

Otis was eagerly getting rid of his own clothes and had just pulled off his shirt when Jace sank onto the couch and grabbed my hips to navigate me between his thighs. His monstrous cock jutted at attention and my pussy turned slick with need.

Otis moved to one side of me, flanking my body with his thighs. He nuzzled my neck, exposed thanks to my messy bun, as Wolf settled in behind me. “You want us to shower real quick, princess?”

His hands slid around my waist to pinch my tits, and I looked down at Jace through a lust-tinged haze.

He was covered in dried blood — they all were.

Calvin’s blood.

They’d tortured him, killed him. I should have been horrified by the proof of it. I should have wanted to deny what they’d done. Instead the sight of it sent a tremor of lust through my body so powerful I almost couldn’t breathe.

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