Page 121 of Legacy

His tattooed arms are crossed over his chest, and his dark hair is shaved nearly to his scalp, showing off the tattoos that stretch from his temples to the back of his skull.

When no one immediately answers, I think he might be talking to me, but then a figure moves in the shadows, and my heart nearly stops.

Sera twitches as she steps into the light, offering me the same cold glare she gave me at the clubhouse. Her teeth rake over her bottom lip while her vacant eyes watch me. Her blonde hair is in a messy ponytail, andeven though her wounds have been healing, the red lines from the barbed wire are still there.

“That’s her.” She scratches the back of her hand like she’s crawling out of her skin. “Is that it? You promised me, Titan—”

His glare cuts her off. She presses her lips together and swallows. And when he turns his attention back on me, my spine tingles.

“Your man took something from me, doll.” Titan steps forward, dragging a rough finger down the center of my throat. “I gave him a chance to give it back, and he refused. So when you pay for his mistakes with your cunt, your mouth… your ass… I want you to remember he’s the one who did this to you.”

Tears burn behind my eyes as I process what he’s saying. As I feel the women in the cages stir at his words. As the severity of this situation sinks in.

But as badly as I want to beg and plea, I keep my mouth shut. I know better than to ask for kindness from a man with such malice in his eyes. It might only spur him on.

Titan steps back, his dark eyes gleaming with evil.

“Want us to bring her to you before we move the girls this week?” the man on his right asks. “Might piss Legacy off even more if he knows you defiled her pretty little cunt.”

Titan shakes his head. “She’ll sell for more if we keep her just like this. She doesn’t have to be a virgin to sell like one. Just needs to look the part.”

Sell.

I’ve gathered that not all Twisted Kings business dealings are legal, but they would never traffic women. Whoever these men are, they don’t have the same moral boundaries.

Now it’s clear why Jesse didn’t so much as flinch when he shot one of them dead. They’re not just bad; they’re cut from the fabric of hell, doing the unthinkable.

“Whatever you say, Prez.” The man on Titan’s right grits his teeth like he’s not thrilled they won’t be doing anything with me before I’mmoved—whatever that means.

“Lock her up.” Titan juts his chin to the cell.

He turns to leave, and only then does Sera step forward, panicking.

“You said if I helped, you’d give me what I asked for.”

Titan pauses, looking over his shoulder at her with disgust. His gaze moves from her to the man at his left. “Get her payment and then get her out of my fucking sight.”

Titan disappears up the steps without another word, and his right-hand man looks at Sera. “Wait here.”

She nods, continuing to twitch and avoid my gaze as he starts up the staircase.

There’s only the man who brought me down here now, and he guides me to a cell at the side of the room. Sera doesn’t say anything as she watches. But when the iron bars slam shut, she flinches.

“Turn around,” he orders, and I do as I’m told.

He reaches through and pulls my arms back to the bars, releasing the handcuffs. I rub my wrists as I turnaround, noticing the cells are smaller on the inside than they initially looked. There’s barely enough room to sit, much less lie down.

No mattress. Just dirt.

The Iron Sinner doesn’t say another word as he follows the rest of them up the staircase, leaving Sera as the only free woman in a room with those of us who are caged.

She did this.

They said it themselves.

Sera turned me over to Jesse’s enemies.

“How could you do this?” I ask, not expecting her to answer, but I can’t help myself. “Jesse helped you. He took you in. He trusted you.”

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