Page 51 of Nova

“Apparently. It’s only a fifteen-minute ride. Let’s go.” We rush to his bike, and we arrive before I can even think about how the world seems to be moving slower around me.

HQ is a bright red sign that flashes above the door of a plain-looking building. Maddox approaches the man standing at the door.

“Where is he, Roger?” They shake hands.

“Downstairs Boss. Betsey has him strapped to the chair.” Maverick curses under his breath as Roger holds the door open for all of us to enter.

“Simone, do you want to stay in my office? You don’t need to see anything here, Dove.” I appreciate him worrying about me, but I want to look Tyler in the eye when I tell him to go to fucking hell once and for all.

“I wouldn’t miss this for all the catnip in the world.” He kisses my forehead and then leads us down a stairwell that reminds me of an old creepy movie.

As we decided, I regret not staying in his office.

There are private rooms with various noises coming from all directions. Some are pleasurable, others painful, and I cringe when one particular scream echoes around us.

“Guess she started.” Maverick sounds cheerful as he pushes past me to hurry down the dark hallway.

“Why does he look like a kid running after the ice cream truck?” Maddox watches his brother and then laughs at my assessment.

“You aren’t wrong. It’s a simple answer, though. He loves watching Betsey work. You’ll see in a moment. She’s my best Dominatrix.” My eyes go wide.

“She’s fucking him?” He shakes his head.

“He wishes. No, she’s torturing him. When Betsey is done, Tyler is going to be a whole new man.” His grin turns evil as we hurry after Maverick.

There’s an open doorway up ahead with shadows moving around in the light spilling into the corridor. Another yelp breaks the eerie silence down here, and I glance at Maddox again.

“Are we feeding his body to gators when we’re done ‘cause a pig farm would be better. Less evidence.” Maddox turns to me.

“Dove, no one is going to die today.” I frown.

“But isn’t that what biker gangs do when someone disrespects their old ladies?” He drops his chin to his chest as his shoulders shake with a laugh.

“Dove, no more televsion for you. We aren’t criminals. Usually,” He leaves the sentence unfinished when another scream rips the air.

“PLEASE! I’ll leave and never come back, I swear it!” Tyler’s voice sounds so scared that I rush forward to see what the fuck is happening.

He’s strapped to a chair that has him hunched over, exposing his ass.

“Oh my.” I cover my mouth as I take in the scene.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, pig! Must I gag you again?” Betsey swings her arm, and a long piece of leather with three metal spiked balls scrapes over Tyler’s exposed skin.

His back is red with long scratches scattered against a few welts.

“No, Ma’am!” Betsey swings again.

“You don’t deserve the privilege of calling me that. Coming into my house and disrespecting my girls. No one gets that right.” She spits in his face, and he starts to cry.

CRY!

“I’m so sorry,” he whimpers, and I turn wide eyes at Maddox.

“No, you apologize to Simone. It’s her you came here to hurt, isn’t it?” Betsey waves me over, and I stumble over my feet to obey her.

“Now, what did you have to speak to Simone about that was so important that you thought you could disrespect every person here?” She pulls his head back by his hair so hard that he gasps at the pain the angle causes.

It allows me to see his scared eyes.

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