Page 147 of Indulge
As he drags me toward the hallway, I glance once over my shoulder.
Madame Eve is watching me still, smiling like she’s already figured out exactly who I am.
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REGGIE
The second I see that guard’s hand clamp around her arm, something inside me snaps.
“She’s being moved.” My voice is a low growl, sharp enough to cut through the silence.
Rowan’s already leaning forward, eyes locked on the screen. “Where the fuck are they taking her?”
Drago zooms the feed, trying to track her movement through the corridor. “Downstairs,” he mutters. “Looks like a sublevel.”
I force my breathing to stay even. Panic doesn’t help her, it only clouds the plan.
“She knew this might happen,” I say quietly, even though my pulse is pounding in my ears. “She said she could handle it.”
Rowan shoots me a look, disbelief flickering in his eyes. “You’re seriously gonna sit here while they drag her underground?”
My jaw tightens. “I’m not sitting. I’m waiting for the right window.”
Drago tosses me the keys to his van parked across the parking lot. “Now is the time to move. I’ll stay here with the feeds and comms. Just get your asses into position.”
Rowan huffs a bitter laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “She’s alone down there, Reg. You wanna go wait and not see what’s happening.”
“I know.” I keep my gaze on the screen. “But she’s not unarmed. And Drago’s got her. She promised us she would stick to the plan, and she is. Now we keep our word to her.”
He frowns. “Armed?”
“Check the heel of her boot later,” I tell him.
Rowan leans closer, squinting at the grainy footage. “You’re a bastard.”
“A smart bastard.”
I hid the blade earlier. Tiny enough to slip through security, sharp enough to open a throat.
“She’s got this,” I say. “If we blow her cover now, Eve disappears and we lose everything. And we risk Bella’s life. We can’t have her being taken into The Preacher’s world. We might never get her back.”
The words taste like ash in my mouth, but they’re the truth. Once girls enter this circle, they’re never seen again. It’s sickening.
The feed flickers again as Bella is pushed into another room.
Rowan’s leg bounces restlessly as he opens up his door. “You trust her too much.”
I glance at him, voice calm but final. “No. I trust her exactly enough.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but something in my tone stops him.
Because the thing about Bella King is, she doesn’t break. She detonates.
And if Madame Eve thinks she’s the one holding the leash, she’s about to learn what it feels like to play with fire.
“You understand that I’ll die for her,” Rowan tells me seriously.
I nod.
