Chapter 122


    Ava POV


    Carter had me moved, and I appeared to be in some basement. I had been asleep for a few hours or


    maybe days I was unsure when I heard the door open. The man I hadn’t recognized in my dazed state


    came down the stars. His scent was familiar, and I couldn’t figure out why at first. He had a blue cap on


    his head and a handkerchief tied around his face likest time. Yet with my sense of smell and taste


    returning, my eyes widened when I recognized the scent. A scent I smelled around Amber. Micah!


    He walked over to me, where I sat in the corner, my wrist handcuffed to a drainpipe. He produces a


    needle, stabbing it into my thigh, and I yank on my restraints and snarl at him when he turns and simply


    walks back toward the stairs.


    My eyes began to blur, yet I fought to keep them open.


    “Micah!” I tried to call, but my voice was barely a murmur, yet it was enough to make him freeze on the


    bottom step, and his entire body tensed as he gripped the handrail. He turned slowly, and his eyes


    roamed over me, and I knew without a doubt it was him.


    Something shriveled inside me and died as it dawned on me that he raped the mother of his child.


    “When they kill you, I hope it’s slow,” I growl at him.


    He growls and stalks toward me, “They will never know, and you won’t be alive to tell them,” he sneers,


    gripping the back of my hair. I re at him.


    “No woman forgets the face of the man that fathered her child, just like they never forget the face of their


    rapist,” I sneer at him, and he shoves me back. My head bangs on the pipe, and he rips his hat off,


    clutches his hair, and screams in frustration.


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    “Fuck!” he curses, kicking a wooden chair.


    “I had no fucking choice. Do you think I could just stand there and watch? They would have fucking killed


    me!”


    “You deserve far worse for what you did, and I can’t wait for Marcus to give it to you,” I spit at him


    through clenched teeth.


    “She won’t remember. They drugged her,” he says, shaking his head. I don’t know if he was trying to


    convince himself of that or me. Either way, he was wrong.


    Zoe was out of it, but she was not that far gone. She wouldn’t have missed a scent she was ustomed


    to through her daughter. My head spun throbbed where I bumped it, and Micah scratches his chin when


    he snarls. Wandering around the basement, looking at the shelves, he snatches a piece of timber.


    “I am not going to jail because of you,” he sneers, tapping the timber on the palm of his hand, my eyes


    open frantically as he stalks toward me, and I yank on the cuffs in ast-ditch effort to free myself.


    “They don’t need to know, and Carter was nning on killing you anyway,” he says slowly, trying to


    convince himself this would work. He lifts the piece of timber, and I gasp when he swings it, clenching my


    eyes shut, only I hear a crash instead. My eyes open, and I sag against the wall in a huffed wheeze


    when I see Carter shove him. I didn’t even hear hime in.


    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Carter bellows, gripping the front of his shirt. Micah was on


    his back, hands up in surrender. Carter snarls at him before shoving him.


    Yet the tension rolling off Carter was palpable, his Alpha aura menacing and straighteners his suit. He


    picks up the knocked-over wooden chair, sits the chair back upright, and takes a seat.He puts his head in


    his hands.


    “Zoe?” I murmured. My lip quivered, and Carter’s head lifted, and his eyes went to me before flicking


    away.


    “Your friend is alive. The rogue girl Macey got her,” he says, staring off nkly at the concrete wall


    behind me. He mutters, but my ears can’t pick up the sound, and I let out a breath of relief.


    At least Zoe is alright. Micah sits up and tries to get to his feet.


    Carter watches him, and his lips press in a line when the two thugse down the stairs from before.


    My muscles start to go numb, and tears burn my eyes when they move toward me.


    “Don’t touch her,” Carter snaps at them, and they pause, looking at him.


    “No one touches her,” Carter says, looking at each of them.


    “But you said,” the dark-haired man says. “I said no one touches her,”


    “Geez, bro, what crawled up your ass?”


    “Nothing, I just need to think?” Carter says, rubbing his temples before running his fingers through his


    thick, blonde hair.


    The two thugs look at each other before looking at me. Micah also appeared confused as he nced


    between the three men when Carter’s phone rang. He looks at the screen, and a silly smile splits onto


    his face and he looks up, noticing everyone watching him.


    He rejects the call before looking at his men before his eyes fall on Micah briefly. He nods to his men,


    who instantly snarl and start stalking him while he backs up.


    “Wait, what’s the meaning of this? Carter, we had a deal,” Micah says.


    “Deal changed because now my ns have changed, chuck him in the trunk while I figure out what to do


    next,” Carter says, and Micah fought but was no match for the two men who quickly overpowered him.


    “Wait, why have our ns changed? I thought we were killing the bitch and kid,” the blonde-haired man


    asks while holding a struggling Micah.


    “I need to think of something else first. Something hase up.”


    “So, what do you want us to do?” Carters ponders for a second and bites his lip, looking at the ceiling.


    “We hand over a piece offering, and get me everything you have on that rogue girl, Macey,” he says, and


    the men look at each other, confused, and my brows furrow.


    “The feisty bitch, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of her,” the dark-haired man spoke, his words cut off


    when Carterunched out of the chair and punched him.


    The man staggers back, and Micah uses that chance to escape up the steps. The blonde man gave


    chase. Yet I couldn’t tear my eyes from Carter, who was pummeling his own man bloody before he


    stomped his head into the ground, spilling blood and brain matter everywhere. Horrified at the disy of


    violence happening in front of me, I remained quiet and still.


    Carter kills the man in front of me, his face barely recognizable, and the blonde man returns, stomping


    down the steps and stops when he sees his dead friend. When Carter stands upright, he begins


    shrugging his suit jacket off. He tosses it on the broken chair before slowly undoing the buttons on what


    was a white shirt which was now stained red.


    I watched the blonde man’s Adam’s Apple bob in his throat as he swallowed.


    “Find Brendan, clean this piece of shit up, and get me another shirt,” Carter snaps at him with not so


    much as a stutter, like killing his own pack member meant little to him.


    “Ah, Boss, Micah,”


    “Fuck Micah, he can get himself out of his own shit. I have bigger issues, now get me everything on that


    Macey girl and gets this ce cleaned up and fucking feed her, and get her a drink,” he says, pointing to


    me. The man nods swiftly, rushing off up the steps to do his bidding.


    Carter removes his shirt before moving toward a rusty sink basin in the far corner. He washes his bloody


    hands before drying them on a rag. When he is finished, he pulls his phone from his pocket. He types in


    a message and smiles to himself.


    I watched him, his entire demeanor changing when his phone rang. He answers it.


    “Hello, little mate,” Carter purrs and a gasp leaves me. Who was he speaking to?