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Most of the items I threw away, but I kept some items that made me smile. Even though he caused me pain, we did have some good times, and I wanted to hold onto those little happy memories.

“I only took my things. I left everything that belonged to you at the apartment, not that there was much because by the time everything happened, you were pretty much living at the clubhouse.”

His jaw ticks, his nostrils flare.

“I gave you a yellow cat toy.” I frown, trying to remember the last place I saw that stuffed animal.

“The one from the fair?”

“Do I look like I fucking remember where I got it from? Where is the fucking toy?” he growls.

Shaking my head, I tell him, “I honestly do not know. I can’t remember the last time I saw it, I swear.”

He doesn’t like my answer. His hands go to the armrest of my chair and he shakes the chair, his rage. My body shakes and I whimper in fear of him hurting me more than he already has.

I know I have been lucky so far but this new revelation seems to set off a whole new level of anger in him.

Images flash through my head of Kohen and me in bed. His fingers in my hair, his lips on my temple while we lie in bed after making love. Images of Emmi and Rex running around laughing and living their best lives.

Crypt may snap and hurt me, or worse, and I will never get to see Kohen again and tell him how I feel.

“WHERE IS IT?” Spit flies out of Crypt’s mouth, like he is a foaming rabid dog.

“I don’t know. On my life, I can’t remember what happened to it.”

“You are lying to me. I need it, bitch.” He squeezes my jaw again, making my cheek get caught between my teeth, and the coppery taste of my blood fills my mouth.

“I’m not, on my life,” I cry.

“Your life means nothing, but…” He stops then smiles and my stomach fills with lead as an idea fills his warped mind. “Yours means nothing, but maybe I can go see that sexy little sister of yours.”

“NO!” I scream. “Please no. Leave her out of this. I will find it.” My voice is pleading.

“Nah, I think she needs a visit from me. Maybe then you will see that I am not fucking around. I want that fucking toy.”

A sob rushes out of me, my chest caving in at the idea of him touching Aria. My body shakes violently in terror and panic.

Someone calls him from across the room, and they talk while I get lost in my head.

The idea of him touching Aria makes me sick to my stomach. Maybe I can get free and we can run. Take Grandpa with us and Darian. We could disappear.

As the thoughts and idea form in my head, Kohen’s face becomes clear in my panic and jumbled mind. I can’t leave him, or the twins. We are fresh and new and if I get out of here, I am not going to waste any more time not spending as much time as possible with them and making something filled with love and happiness.

Crypt walks over to his men, still laughing, drinking, and snorting lines up their noses. It is a sight that causes nightmares.

One of the men is getting a blowjob from one of the young girls and I gag; she is like a ragdoll, the way he is holding her while he thrusts.

I close my eyes, turning away. There is nothing I can do to put a stop to this, I am outnumbered and outmuscled. Each and every man in this room would have no issues with hurting me, as long as I am left breathing.

Being naive has gotten me into this mess, although it has been years since I last saw him. I had always hoped that he would have forgotten about me, that our paths would never cross again.

The room is filled with the stench of sweat and smoke, a haze that makes me want to puke. I can hear the sounds of bottles clinking, and laughter that sends shivers down my spine.

I hope that Kohen and the club find me soon; I want to go home and be locked in his big arms.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” is bellowed as the house shakes, and glass shatters, and wood splinters.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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