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doing to answer it.

“I’m busy. What the fuck do you want?” he snarls upon answering it. A glare in his gaze shoots in my direction when I whimper.

“Thought you’d like to know you might want to get out of there. Kenyon and his men got a hold of Ensley after she was stupid enough to go to Enya’s apartment. They’re on the way and will be there soon enough,” a man’s voice fills the room from where my stepfather has the phone on speaker.

“Fuck. Hold them off so that I can get Enya and get out,” my stepfather commands.

“Can’t do it. I do that, and they’ll know it’s me betraying them. Now get the fuck out of there before they get there. Leave the cunt for them to find. Maybe then they’ll know who’s really in charge,” the man on the phone sneers before he hangs up on my stepfather.

Tossing his phone against the wall, he turns to me full-on once again. “Don’t worry, my pet. I’ll be back for you once again. Don’t get too comfortable with that bastard. You’re mine,” he snarls.

With the ball gag in my mouth, there’s no way I could tell him to go rot in hell. I won’t let him beat me down again. Not after I’ve found happiness.

Now I know what really happened. My sister is a sick bitch who needs to be admitted into a psych ward where she can’t hurt anyone anymore. I could never wish her dead because she’s my blood. The only one I have besides a father I’ve not met.

“Before I go, I want you to be feeling good when they get here. Let them see you as nothing more than a bitch in heat ready to fuck anything with a cock,” he snickers, thrusting another dose of that god-forsaken drug into my system.

He then grabs a dildo and sinks it into my entrance. My eyes widen at the pain of the intrusion. “Enjoy the feel of it, my pet, and remember me,” he states, using more tape to hold the thing in place.

Turning his back to me, he saunters up the stairs and through the door. I scream around the gag in my mouth the best I can as the drug becomes more forceful in my system demanding I find release.

Oh, God.

This is the worst sort of torture.

My body isn’t mine right now and I don’t know how to get it back.

Between the pain of the wounds he’d inflicted and the pain of need, I’m going to go insane before it’s said and done with.

I need to keep focused on the fact Kenyon’s on his way. He didn’t give up on me. I love the man and I know he’ll help me. He’ll take the pain away. I just need to hang onto my sanity until he gets here.

Chapter 18

Kenyon

It seems to take forever in my mind to get to Tainted Edge. We pull into the parking lot with a squeal of tires. Throwing the car into park, I throw the door open and hop out of the car, not bothering to close the damn thing behind me.

I stalk toward the door, my mind racing about thoughts of Enya. What she must be going through right now.

Fuck.

I hope she can forgive me for what she saw happening.

Security tries to stop us on approach until Dean steps forward. A face filled with fury.

“You can ask your boss to come down here,” he snarls, demanding to see Preacher, the owner of this place. He’s a damn weasel that needs to be put in his place. Or better yet, put in the ground. No one likes him and I know Preacher’s trying to cause trouble for another club owner here named Finley. She’s a ruthless woman who could give Kit-Kat a run for her money. She and her men have their style of doing things, though, and wouldn’t want us taking Preacher out.

Preacher comes into view, his hands clasped behind his back. “What can I do for you, Dean? Why make such a scene in my club? You wouldn’t be thrilled if I did something like this and stormed into your club disrespectfully without a call.”

“Cut the bullshit, Preacher,” Dean sneers and nods to me. I push through the security fuckwads with Marc and Beau behind me.

The three of us work our way through the building, searching the first floor, then the second. Not finding Enya anywhere.

I start to grow furious until I notice something down the hallway leading to the exit. There’s a door that shouldn’t be there. Heading in the direction, Preacher yells at me demanding to know what the hell I’m doing. I didn’t need to open that door.

I ignore the fucker and head for it anyway. Opening the door, I find it leads down a set of dark stairs. Stepping on the first step, the lights begin to come on.

Hmm.

Interesting.

I take the steps as quickly as I can, hearing Marc and Beau behind me.

“Oh fuck,” Marc growls when we make it to the end of the stairs.

My stomach threatens to bring everything I’ve drank today back up since it’s the only contents I contain.

Strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross is Enya. Blood coats her front and there’s a ball gag in her mouth. The sounds coming from her are gut-wrenching. I know this will forever be burned into my mind. I swear vengeance on her behalf.

I move for her, realizing she’s in here alone. The fucker, Preacher, must have told her stepfather we were here.

The closer I get to her; I notice the duct tape stuck to her skin holding . . . oh shit . . . they put that fuckin’ tape over toys and nipple clamps on her tits.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Before I do anything else, I remove the clamps from her nipples.

“Kenyon, there’re three empty syringes over here on this table,” Beau calls out.

“Bag ‘em just in case,” I order and proceed to help Enya by removing the ball gag from her

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