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“What?” Gregg splutters, his gaze flicking between me and Miles, then back to Bree. He’s glaring at her as he asks, “What’s going on?”

“You are no longer in my custody, and your debt with me is settled, but the same cannot be said for these two men. They have asked if they can take custody of you, and I see no reason to refuse them,” Bree states, grinning wildly when she sees the shock on Gregg’s face.

His expression quickly morphs into anger, as he spits at Bree, “You fucking lying bitch! You said I could go free.”

She tuts at him, shaking her head like she’s chastising a child. “I didn’t lie. If it makes you feel better, I will untie you, so you’re free to leave, but these men will simply overpower you and tie you back up again. I’m simply cutting out the middle step to make things easier for everyone.

“But I’m a woman of my word, so if you’d like for me to untie you, so you are technically free, I’m more than happy to do that.”

“You said you’d let me live.” You can hear the way he’s pleading with Bree in each word, his eyes boring into her, like that will make a difference.

“You are alive. When I walk out of this room, my deal with you ends, and we have both fulfilled our bargain. I never saidI wouldn’t hand you over to the other enemies you’ve made, or that I’d make sure you survive beyond our meeting. That is your unfortunate lack of wording when making the deal, I’m afraid.”

Kian leans his head into the room as he shouts, “Am I untying him so they can chase him or not?”

“You should know, if we have to capture you again, it will be worse for you,” Miles tells him, making it sound like he’s doing him a favour.

Gregg looks around the room frantically, no doubt weighing up all his options if he were untied. There’s nothing in the room he could use to overpower us, and he has no idea what he faces beyond this room. He’d be an idiot to try it, but it’s a chance he doesn’t have if he stays locked up.

He fixes his gaze on us, his eyes narrowing as he assesses us. “Are you looking to make some kind of a deal, too?”

Miles shakes his head as my expression turns deadly, my voice dripping with anger as I say, “We don’t want or need anything from you, other than your screams and your suffering.”

“Why?” he whines.

“We are here for Indie,” Miles explains. “You made her life hell when you were a couple, and then you forced her to go on the run for almost a decade. Her life has been ruined because of you, and she’s missed out on so much.

“She’s only known fear, and looking over her shoulder. We plan to put a stop to that, so she can finally sleep at night, knowing the monster who is chasing her is finally gone.”

“Who is Indianna to you?” he asks, glaring between us.

I take a step closer, making sure he can see and hear me clearly. “We are the men that Indie has chosen to love, and we love her too. We are the ones she asked to protect her, to help her stop running. We are the ones who are going to make her feel safe again, knowing that you are no longer looking for her.”

“Both of you?” he splutters, his gaze flicking between us so quickly it’s almost comical.

Miles reaches over and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together as he gives me that smile he reserves only for me and Indie. The one that makes us feel loved and cared for, and as he squeezes my hand, I feel everything.

“Yes, both of us,” Miles states proudly, looking at Gregg in a way that makes it clear he shouldn’t even think about challenging us.

Unfortunately, Gregg is clearly a few brain cells short, and his face twists in disgust as hate spills from his lips. “I knew Indianna was a whore, but with two fags. Fuck, her standards really have dropped. She must be fucking desperate if she’s moved onto gays.”

Before either of us can respond, Bree slams her fist into his nose, a loud crunch filling the room as blood spurts from his face. “I will not tolerate homophobia, or you calling women whores. Do I make myself clear?” she states, leaning over him threateningly.

He nods, blood flying everywhere as he spits out the blood dribbling from his nose into his mouth. Bree takes a step back in disgust before turning to face us.

“I’ll leave him in your capable hands,” she says with a sickly-sweet smile, before heading back out of the door, closing it behind her.

“Where should we start?” I ask Miles, though I already know the plan. This is all just for show.

“I think we should make him hurt a bit first,” Miles responds, just the way I expected him to.

Miles drops my hand and walks over to the cabinets along the opposite wall. He already knows where everything is, as he checked with Kian in advance to make sure they had all the tools we’d need.

When he returns, he’s holding a small pair of pliers, his face a blank mask, except for the anger shining in his blue eyes, making them appear darker. Gregg thrashes around, pulling against his restraints as it hits him what we’re about to do.

Miles stops beside him, kneeling down so he’s at the right height beside Gregg’s left hand. Blood is oozing from all of his wounds, and we’re both very aware it won’t be long before he’s lost too much, which just means we have to act fast.

We could heal him a little and drag this out, but that’s not what Indie wants. She wants us to come home to her tonight and give her the knowledge that she’s safe now, that one of the people chasing her is gone for good, and I can’t wait for that.