Page 70 of Twisted Devotion

“What are we gonna do with her?” one asks.

The man who attacked me on the sidewalk smiles. “Apply pressure until she gives us what we want.”

One of them—a younger guy with long, dark hair—glances over at me. “She’s rather pretty,” he comments, making my stomach turn. “Give me some time with her and I bet I’ll get everything out of her.”

“Bullshit. You’ll just get inside her,” Baldy says with a smirk.

A few of the men laugh, and I want to bend over and throw up at the insinuation.

I pull at the chains, testing my strength, but they have no give. Had they been anything but iron, breaking them wouldn’t be an issue.

Three of the men approach me, and I glare at them, balling my hands into fists.

“There’s fire in her eyes,” the leader of the pack comments curiously.

“I’ll kill you for what you did,” I snap.

He chuckles. “And what is it you think I did, Red?”

“Don’t call me that,” I warn, pulling against the chains like I’ll be able to lash out and attack this mother—

“Where’s the money, Miss Young?”

I pause. “The money.” Barking out a laugh, I shake my head. “You’re delusional if you think I’m going to tell you anything.” There isn’t anything to tell. The money, whatever was left after Mark and Claire were killed, is gone. But I’m not about to tell them that. They likely wouldn’t believe me, anyway.

He grabs my chin hard, forcing me to look at him. “Your brother made that mistake. I don’t suggest you do the same.”

“What makes you think I know anything about the money you’re looking for?” I snap.

“You’re the only Young left.” His eyes glimmer with cruel amusement. “We’ve killed the others.”

“And look where that got you,” I retort. “Did you ever consider that there isn’t any money to find? That maybe, if there had been, you would’ve found it by now?”

His eyes narrow and he jerks my head back as he lets go. “You think this is a game, bitch?” he snarls, pulling a butterfly knife out of his back pocket. “Tell us where the money is, or I’m going to start cutting. I think I’ll start with your fingers.”

Well, this is escalating quickly.

Skylar and Allison can show up anytime now. PreferablybeforeI lose any ligaments. I fleetingly wonder if my fae healing abilities could grow them back.

“Last chance, girl,” he taunts, bringing the knife closer to my face.

I exaggerate my exhale. “There is no money,” I tell him in a calm voice. “You wasted your time hunting Kyle, and now me. Whatever might’ve been left is gone.”

Anger explodes through him in crackles of dark and bright red in his aura. It’s the first time I’ve really noticed it. “Liar!” he yells.

I don’t bother wasting my breath to inform him that I can’t lie.

“You’re going to regret—”

Right on cue, the door we came in through is blown off its hinges, and after the dust settles, Skylar and Allison walk into the warehouse. They easily could’ve shifted inside without the flare of drama, but I’m not mad about it.

“What the fuck is this?” the bearded guy shouts, and the rest of the guys quickly stand from the table.

“I invited some friends over,” I say in a sickly-sweet tone. “I hope you don’t mind.”

In the following seconds, chaos ensues. The men make the mistake of believing they can take on Skylar and Allison. Hell, Sky could wipe them out on her own in under a minute. But that isn’t the plan.

While Skylar fights the oncoming men—likely using half her strength—Allison hurries over to me and easily detains the leader, tossing his knife onto the grimy couch beside me. She knees him in the groin, and when he doubles over, she pounces on his back and gets in him a headlock, squeezing until he passes out.

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