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“I said scream for me,” he demands, biting into my flesh when I’ve held my silence too long.

A scream is exactly what he gets. With a shove, he pushes me back to the bed, my face against the quilt cover and a hand between my shoulder blades, holding me in place. My ass in the air, his rapid movement draws back my orgasm, the loud cries of ecstasy echoing through the room and no doubt the entire floor. My mind doesn’t care if the whole world can hear me as I tip over the edge.

“Boston!” I scream as the powerful orgasm rolls through my body.

He shudders as he comes, collapsing on top of me, then rolling us to our sides. He hasn’t even pulled out, and I feel him still hard inside me. We lay there, momentarily sated and breathless.

When the cloudiness leaves my brain, all I can think of is one down and five to go. Deep in my gut I feel a connection with these guys, and maybe if all else fails and I can’t find Trace, staying here would be a good second option.

“Does that earn me a night in your bed?” he asks.

Any normal girl would feel used. I know he purposely fucked me from behind so he didn’t have to look at my face. However, I am perfectly fine with it; I got what I needed from him. If his end game was to spend the night in my bed, then so be it. Guess I will humour him for now.

“One night?”

He nods against my skin.

We fall asleep in minutes, Boston wrapped tight against my back, with his light snores lulling me to sleep.

Chapter Fourteen

Davis

The room is dark, the smell of stale water wafting around the space. Reaching to the switch on the wall, I flick on the light, and it illuminates the small basement with the traitor tied to a chair in the centre of the sparse room. He has barely spoken a word since he was captured, an idiot to think he wouldn’t be found.

I pull up a chair and sit in front of him. It must be hard for this fucker to sleep tied to a chair, especially since his face is busted up well from Boston’s last visit. Ex-handler Trace has only asked once to speak to Mr Z, and Mr Z isn’t the type of man to get his hands dirty. Now it’s my turn to see what I can find out. We have all been trained in specific areas to make a flawless team. My skill: I can read almost anyone.

I stand from my chair, removing a pocketknife and cutting his arms free. He is way too weak to beat me; plus, even if he managed to get through me, he wouldn’t make it out of the building alive. Surely, he isn’t that stupid.

I resume my spot in the seat in front of him. He looks up at me and I throw a folder into his lap. Trace eyes it sceptically as he flips through its contents, his jaw growing tense, not liking what he sees.

“I don’t know if the others have mentioned that we don’t need you to tell us where Zircon is. I’ll give it to you... she looks very different to the angel you stole away from us.”

His gaze flicks up to mine, then back down to the damning documents.

“Now I suggest you start talking because for whatever reason, and there has to be one, you tried to hide her. A trained handler doesn’t go rogue without a good one. Mr Z isn’t happy and has instructed us to do whatever is necessary to get answers. Even if that includes breaking her.” I’m lying to gauge his reaction. None of us are capable of breaking her.

The look on his face tells me everything I need to know. That (a) she is who he is protecting, our baby Z; and (b) he wants to hurt me right now.

“How sweet it will be to get her onto our side. Laughn has taken a particular liking to her. I wonder if she is into his sick fantasies? If anyone can break her the fastest, it will definitely be him. One by one, we will use her, tear down her walls, and discard her like the trash she is.”

“You wouldn’t. You sick freaks all loved her.”

“Ah, now you said it yourself—we all loved her, past tense. She is no longer the girl we all loved. You seem to forget how we’re trained. You yourself watched it for years. We have no souls and are trained to take out whoever is in our way. That includes her.”

“Kill me, but leave her out of this. She knows nothing.”

Fuck, he is telling the truth. I wish he was lying; it would have made everything easier. We wouldn’t even hesitate to take them both out—traitors, the lowest form of low. Mr Z has givenus everything we have ever needed and more. We’re set for life, with connections in this world that you couldn’t even imagine.

Having gained the information I wanted, I tie the fucker back to his chair for tonight. I need to call a meeting to discuss what I have found out; first I need to inform my team, then Brennan can take it to Mr Z.

I’m afraid this now changes everything.

Boston and Laughn will never let her out of their sight. Case and Marlow are a bit more reserved, but with this information, I suspect Case will cross the line and side with Boston and Laughn. I don’t know where I stand yet. When we were kids, I loved her with all I had, but that was years ago and people change. Hell, I’ve changed. She barely looks like her anymore. They need to tread carefully. Trace was trained by the same people we were, and he could very well have set this up. So technically he isn’t lying, but he may have had help from someone else to train her or brainwash her against us.

I send off a message to everyone to meet me at the usual spot. Replies ping almost instantly.

Walking through the doors of the Myers house, I’m met with total darkness, but I know my way around this place with my eyes closed. I make a beeline for the basement, where Brennan is already waiting.

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