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“I—I can’t tell you.”

I step forward and slam my fist into his jaw, making him stumble to the side and into a pile of cardboard boxes.

I glance down at his feet and notice the boots he has on. Bootsthat would match the fucking boot prints on Luna’s back we saw when she first came to us.

“Wrong answer,” I spit, getting into his face. His nose is probably broken and he’s dripping blood onto his cheap shirt. Seeing his red blood run makes a broad, almost maniacal grin appear across my face.

He whines, crying out and reaching up to feel his face. “Oh my god!”

I grip the front of his shirt so he’s forced to look at me. “I don’t think you understand the situation here.”

“No, you don’t get it! If I tell you what I know, you don’t know what they’ll do to me, I’ll wish I were dead!” He says, practically sobbing.

“Well, guess what, I don’t see him anywhere near here,” Madden says, getting into his face and gripping his jaw painfully. “You know what I do see? Us. We’re the ones you should be fucking worried about.”

He just shakes his head, keeping his jaw clamped shut.

I nod towards Madden who lets him go and he slumps forward, only being held up by my grip on the collar of his shirt. Weak fucker. It was just a single hit.

I throw him to the ground, planting my own boot in his ribs. He lets out a wheezing noise and a pathetic cry.

“Stop, please stop,” he sobs into the floor.

I see old, dark stains on the concrete floor and a chill runs down my spine. Is that Luna’s blood?

I grind my foot in deeper.

The bruises he left on Luna? He’ll pay for them with his own flesh.

“Did you stop when Luna begged you to? I bet that’s her blood on the floor right by your head, you motherfucker. Why should we give you any sort of mercy?”

“Fuck,” Madden curses under his breath, noticing the older blood stainson the floor.

“Come on, Kane,” Chase says, his normally carefree expression nowhere in sight. “Don’t hog all the fun.”

Chase kneels down beside Roger’s sniveling form and grips the back of his head where he still has hair, wrenching his face upwards.

“Why—why are you doing this?” Roger pants, gritting his teeth through the pain. “Is it—is it for her?”

“If you mean your daughter, then fuck yes,” Chase says.

“But—But why, she isn’t worth all this. You—you all are a pack from the Northside. Surely you have better options than a little bitch like her.”

Chase’s fist is quick, landing on the side of his face and sending him sprawling back down to the floor.

“Be careful what you say about her,” he growls, his voice low. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to us.”

“Considering she had a buyer lined up—another alpha interested enough in her to pay you—you definitely seem to think she’s worth something,” Archer says, stepping forward. “Now, are you ready to answer our questions?”

“F—fine,” Roger coughs out. “I—I got into some debt and an alpha in a fancy suit came to me and said if I took in this baby, he’d pay it off for me.”

“Who was this alpha? Was he from the Northside?”

“He’s the alpha that went by Niall. I’m pretty sure that’s not his real name. Everyone else just called him ‘sir’ and shit.” He glares up at us, wiping away some of the blood dripping from his nose. “Considering he has a driver and a fancy-ass car like yours, I’d say he’s from the Northside.”

“So he gave you a baby and then what?” Chase asks.

“He asked for check-ins every year or so, you know, just pictures and stuff. Then we found out she was gonna be an omega and that’s when he started showing a lot more interest.”