“Breathe, Karley,” I mutter to myself. “In and out. You’re not trapped.” No matter how many times I repeat that line over and over I can’t force myself to believe it. It’s pitch black and I can’t see a damn thing. Tears trek down my cheeks without permission. I’m not the type of girl that cries or gets on social media and posts selfies, I’m the live in the moment type, and right now I can’t find the badass bitch that I am daily inside me anywhere. “Help!” I scream as I begin to kick and pound my fists against the walls of this metal box I am trapped inside of. “Please help me!” Sobs claw their way out of me as my movements turn frantic with the need to escape. My chest tightens and breathing becomes a chore, I can’t get enough air into my lungs and I start to hyperventilate.
I scream for so long and so loud my throat grows hoarse, full on sobs wrack my body and exhaustion weighs on me. I’m coldand shivering. Whimpers continue to escape me as I lay here utterly at the mercy of the men who trapped me in here.
Those masked freaks better hope I die in here. If I make it out of this hell I’ll ruin each of those bastards, starting with ripping their cocks off.
SIX
VAUGHN
When the cell door finally opens, I forgo the mask like we had planned and stalk down the hallway with Carter at my side, ignoring the stares of the others. I push the door open that will lead us down to the morgue, where we housed our guest to keep her safe from the others. I don’t relish the idea of these fuckers touching our new toy and all of them were made aware this morning that the girl some may have seen running last night is off limits. If they dare to break our decree, they know they will pay with their lives.
We own Slade Le Roux.
This is our kingdom and though we may hate being trapped here, we make the best of this fucked-up situation. Soon, we will be free of this place.
“Draven not coming?” Carter asks as he opens the door.
“No. She knows his face and it would be better for the two of us to do this without him. He’d give into his demons the moment he sees her.” Draven is a predator, so once he sets his sights on something he wants there is no stopping him. Karley Le Roux is his prey and it will only be a matter of time before he finally snaps and makes his move to claim her, we need to finish this before Draven can complete his hunt.
“He’s gonna be pissed.”
I shrug as I follow him down the stairs. “I made sure his cell door would remain locked long enough for us to do what we needed to.”
Carter whistles. “He’s gonna be on a rampage tomorrow.”
I nod even though he can’t see me. “I know. Tomorrow, we’ll give him the girl to curb his urges and keep him distracted so he doesn’t kill us.” Carter laughs. Draven is our brother. The three of us were forced together and through that we forged an unbreakable bond. Carter and Draven are the only reason I haven’t lost my mind while being locked in this fucking hell. The moment we enter the morgue her quiet cries can be heard. Carter turns to face me and smiles.
I nod to him and both of us plaster on looks of concern as we make our way to her chamber. I pull the door open as Carter grips the slab and pulls it out. The instant she is free she sits up and strikes out too fast for me to dodge her punch. The bitch lands a right hook to my cheek. She tries to lurch off the slab but Carter wraps an arm around her waist and holds her in place.
“Let me go!” she screams. I glare at the little shit and rub my cheek. It takes her a second to take in my appearance and the clothing I wear. When she looks over her shoulder at Carter and takes in his maskless face and the button-down shirt he wears, her face slackens. “You work here?” she rasps out.
“Yes,” Carter and I answer in unison.
The tension drains out of her body and she slouches in his hold. “Thank God, you have to help me. I was locked in there by some masked freaks?—”
“Shhhh, calm down,” Carter coos as I move across the room and retrieve some scrubs from one of the lockers. I place them on the slab beside her and turn my back to offer her the illusion of privacy when in truth, I’ve tasted that sweet pussy and hunger for another chance to bury my tongue inside that tight little cunt.Fuck, she responded to the three of us so well last night, she lasted longer than I thought she would. Carter comes to stand beside me, keeping his back to her while she dresses.
“Who are you?” she asks after a couple minutes. Carter and I slowly turn and face her. The scrubs are too big for her and swallow her tiny body, but the deranged look in her eyes and the way her hair is wild and untamed only fuels the beast inside me that hungers for the chance to bury my cock inside her and mark her as mine.
“I’m Carter, I’m the chaplain here and this is my associate, Vaughn, the resident therapist.” She darts her gaze between the two of us with clear judgment in those green eyes that has me wanting to wrap my hand around her throat.
“This place has a priest?”
Carter chuckles. “I’m not a priest, I’m just a chaplain. Now, how about we get you set up in your cell?” She jerks back and shakes her head.
“I am not going back up there with that fucking psycho!” she spits.
“Draven Bailey?” I press, her gaze cutting to me with a vicious look as she bares her teeth.
“Yes, that son of a bitch.”
“His mother was actually a lovely lady. Tragic that she died not long ago while her son was locked up in here.” Her face slackens at my admission and remorse is plastered across her face.
“Condolences and all that, but that bastard set me up last night and him and his masked freaks locked me in that fucking thing after…” She clamps her mouth closed, unable to finish.
“After, what?” I push, taking a step toward her, causing her eyes to widen slightly at my bold move. Her mouth parts but no words escape. “Hmmm, I think it’s a good idea for you to come with me.” Without waiting for a reply I grip her arm and lead herout of there. She doesn’t struggle but I notice how she looks back to make sure Carter is following. The fact she trusts him after mere minutes is a fool's move. Once we reach the top of the stairs she begins to pull back against my hold.
“I’m not going out there,” she hisses.
