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Brennan grabs all the bags, and Creed helps Chester throw Martin over his shoulder. I open the door and pop my head out, looking both ways to make sure the coast is clear.

Chester is the last one out the door, and Martin’s head hits the door frame. “Oh, that’s going to leave a mark.” He snickers and Creed snorts.

“That is going to be the least of his worries when he wakes up in the morgue strapped to the table. It’s been a while since I heard a man squeal for his life.”

We take the service entrance out of the building, straight into the back alley. All of us pile into the van, Chester unceremoniously dropping Martin onto the floor with a thud.

“Mr Z is going to be pissed,” Trace mutters from the driver’s seat as he puts it into gear and takes off.

“Let me handle him,” I reply. “He needs me for whatever he has planned, and we can test how easy he is willing to go on me.”

“You want to hope he decides to go easy on you. The consequences for fucking up really suck,” Kai says from the back.

“What does he do?”

“Usually, it’s twenty-four hours at the facility. There are no breaks, showers, or sleep, and just when your body can’t take any more, he likes to give your abilities a test to see how far he can push them.”

“Well, let’s hope he’s in a forgiving mood.”

With that, we drive back to the house in silence, the reality of my future hitting me hard and exhaustion sinking in. This is my life now. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the thrill of having an assignment. Mr Z still needs to die—he is too power hungry—but maybe I might want to stick around. After all, this is why I was created.

Chapter Nine

Creed

Mr Z wasn’t as forgiving as we had hoped. The motherfucker lied to her face when she went to the debriefing; he discussed what happened and how it escalated, then said he forgave her for the mission going awry. But here I am, strapped to a damn electric chair. This is the shit Laughn could withstand, not me. He wants to test if we have any of our siblings’ abilities, since we’re so closely linked genetically.

The huge fucker in charge of today’s torture turns up the voltage little by little, which is his first mistake. The one thing we have some training for is withstanding pain using meditation, but we haven’t mastered it completely. So at this stage, he isn’t quite getting the show he had hoped for.

“Turn it up, let’s have some real fun,” I spit, but I know he won’t. He’ll be following orders.

Over the next hour, he slowly turns it up, causing the pain to radiate through my body. My cock was painfully hard at thebeginning of this torture session, but now it hangs limp, the pain of my blue balls mirroring the pain from the higher electrical charge. There is a very fine line between pleasure and pain, and the asshole is verging on pure pain. I’m not my brother; I have a damn limit. Throw me in a freezer any day—thatI can handle.

He pushes the button with a menacing chuckle, and my muscles contract. I try to open my mouth to yell obscenities, but my jaw freezes. Each shock is like a kick to the teeth; I’m surprised I can still feel parts of my body at this point. Once he removes his finger, my body slumps, and my eyes close.

Before he can do any more damage, the door flies open, smashing against the wall. I can angle my head just enough to see Jolie storm into the room.

“What the fuck?!” she screams.

“Miss, you can’t be in here. We’re conducting tests.”

“On what? It looks to me like you’re trying to kill a member of my team. Unbuckle him now,” she demands, and I smirk.

“I can’t do that,” he says with a quiver in his voice.

“Okay then, we’ll do this the hard way. Make sure you tell Mr Z that you hurt his daughter.”

The guy’s eyes go wide with recognition. He stalks towards her, muttering obscenities, and she braces, ready for a fight.What the hell is she doing?I will my mouth to work, to tell her to run and that they won’t actually kill me. But when his big meaty arms try to grab her, she spins away from him. His arms close around her torso, and a glint catches my eye as she stabs him in the leg with a syringe. He lets go of her immediately and takes a step back, ripping the needle from his leg before falling to the floor like a lump of shit.

After making sure he is down and out, she races to my side and unbuckles my arms and legs.

Once I’m free, I try to stand up, but my legs give out and I fall to the floor. Rolling onto my stomach, I push myself up and use the chair to regain my feet.

“Mr Z is going to be pissed,” I manage to push out through gritted teeth.

“That’s the funny thing. He told me if I could save you, then you’re mine.” I smile at the way she looks at me when she says mine. “He didn’t make it very hard. Though Chester may be pissed when he realises I stole one of his tranquillisers.”

Tired laughter wheezes out of me. Those tranquillisers are for us—that poor guy will be asleep for a week. I’ll have to message Chester and get him to check that the guy doesn’t die.

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