The Silence That Screams

Sophia's POV:

Loud distant arguing could be heard echoing in the usually silent vacancy. It was a sound of a disagreement, followed by a gunshot.

Sophia silenced herself when the arguing started, figuring the only help she was going to get was by a main road. The men's voices alone weren't people she'd get any assistance from. They sounded like they'd skin her alive for a laugh and rape her corpse when they finished.

Screams of pain travelled between the hollowed trees and put an end to the morbid thought. Someone was hurt and with the rapid gunfire not ceasing, she suspected the situation had increased.

The men were loose cannons, especially that tall lanky lad. Achmed? Louis had called him that, but he and the short older one – Louis, yeah...that was the one that kidnapped her, she was a hundred percent sure they didn't get along. She was sure by the way they were beating the shit out of each other.

Unless of course that's how you tell someone you love them in gang-speak? However, Sophia was pretty damn positive there was no love between those two in the least.

It was a shame to say, but thank God for the Art of War. A distraction was what she needed and allowed her a chance to take shelter in the thicket of forest to shield herself from danger – at least she hoped.

Sophia shivered when a cold chill ran down her spine.

It could have been the extremely cold, teeth-chattering weather and her thin layer of clothing that she wasn't sure made it onto her or the fact that she felt watched.

The redhead was going to choose both doors and hope for the best.

Looking around cautiously, she took a few careful steps forward, stopping when the yelling turned into loud obnoxious laughter.

Sophia swallowed, turning in a full circle around the darkened area she had ran, swallowing hard, the realization occurred to her that she was lost.

"Fuck me." She muttered, turning around again in hopes the Wizard of Oz could teleport her back to the Kansas she remembers – which was her father's Law Office.

Hell, she didn't care if she had to go to the banquet completely naked now; if it got her back home and away from these psychopaths, she'd take the abuse over a possible painful death, especially if it was Damien Styles wielding the knife.

Her father had pulled her away from the men by her hair all those years ago and what was funny, is she didn't make the connection right away because Harry had innocent eyes back then, now they were dark and angry.

A branch cracked above her and she spun to the direction of the sound.

Zayn was standing a few feet away, hands raised up in submission.

"No harm to ya, lass. Yeah? We're just going to chat, hm? That okay?" Zayn asked, his honey browns sparkling against the gleam of the night sky. He had to try to get her to see reason, because he did not like to force someone to obey him – that was Harry's department.

"Fuck off, Achmed!" Sophia snarled, thinking that was his name. She heard Louis call him that when they were abducting her.

Zayn's mouth dropped in slight surprise.

"Not you too," He groaned, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "My name is Zayn." He introduced, stepping forward to shake her hand.

She backed up a few steps, eyes narrowed in agitation.

"I don't bloody care if your name was Chicken Lo Mein. TAKE ME HOME!" She demanded, her voice echoing across the forest like a shrill siren.

The noises from the cabin stopped, the vibration of her location sending out like a homing beacon.

Zayn just stood there with a confused look, because fuck him if he was any good at responding to the command.

He did, which basically said it all.

"No?" He replied in the form of a question.

Sophia growled, now taking a step forward.

It was Zayn's turn to take a step back.

"Yes." She returned darkly, taking another move toward him.

Zayn was now wishing he had stayed in the tree.

"I don't think that's a great idea, luv. Come on? Let's talk about this rationally." Zayn tried compromising.

Sophia folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh, I think that's a lovely idea. We'll talk while you lead me to the car and drive me back to London." She hissed gently, stopping when the lad reached behind him.

It was the gun Harry had been shooting off. He tossed it to Zayn as he made quick trek to follow Louis out the door in pursuit of the untamed lass roaming their woods.

"Ms. Stone – "Zayn began again, backing up another step when she moved again.

"Home. That's exactly where I need to go. Can you understand that? I need you to remove whatever it is from your ass and help me get out of here. You seem like a nice, reasonable lad and I am freezing my non-existent giggle berries out here. We need to get someplace warm." She insisted, her teeth back to chattering, the anger replaced by the freezing cold surrounding her.

Zayn cocked his brow.

"Giggle berries? What the fu – "Zayn muttered, shaking his head. "Never mind. I can't do that, lass. Do you know how much trouble you're going to be in when we get back?" He warned, figuring that would scare her into listening, because there weren't any bullets in the gun...in case he and Louis had another disagreement.

"Do you have any idea how many fucks I DON'T give?" Sophia returned mockingly at him, mimicking the same rough tone.

Zayn only stood dumbfounded.

He was good at tracking – not wit matching. Especially not with a girl who thinks she's got all the answers.

However, that teeth chattering brought about a small bout of stuttering, making her seem not very threatening at all.

"Not many, evidently." Zayn nodded and turned to walk back toward the cabin, the voices of the men silent and still.

"Hey! Where are you going!?" Sophia demanded, wrapping her arms around herself to try and trap the heat to her body.

Zayn sighed and turned back around.

"To get Harry. I only track, I don't do the physical stuff. I can't make you follow Ms. Stone, but I wish you would reconsider. Harry and Louis aren't as gentle, especially when they have to chase a girl across kilometers of dead ends and repeating paths that will take you in a circle a few times before you realize," Zayn scratched the side of his left temple. "Our cabin is miles from civilization. You'll never reach London in this weather. Frozen solid you'll be by morning I'd imagine."

Sophia eyed the gun and then the face of the man that held it.

He wouldn't shoot her; his grip was too lax.

"Better to die by nature's hand than that of a serial killing monster, Mr. Achmed." Sophia reasoned bitterly, turning her back in defeat and walking away.

Zayn watched her go; the shroud of darkness falling over her like a shadowing blanket the further she got, covering her in an invisible silhouette until there was nothing to distinguish the hostage or the night above them.

"Good luck, lass," Zayn muttered, his arms comforting his own skinny frame, Harry's gun placed back securely behind him in the hem of his tight black skinny jeans. "It's Zayn!" He yelled as an afterthought, figuring he'd try to introduce himself again incase she missed it – he was going to kill Louis for that nickname.

One way or another, Tomlinson was dead.

Nothing followed after, only the sound of his raspy breaths.

"Fuck me. Harry's going to be pissed." Zayn nodded, regretting not bringing Louis.

At least with him, there would have been something climactic to happen.

He shook his head.

"See no evil. Speak no evil. Hear no evil. Simple as that, lad. You did not speak to evil, you did not see evil and you most def – who am I kidding, I heard evil and she's a redhead." Zayn ranted to himself, marching in long strides to get back to the cabin in record time.

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Harry's POV:

Harry watched with hard green eyes as red sirens illuminated the otherwise void air, Louis standing at the ready with his own weapons.

"Shoot first, ask questions later." Harry growled his order, his posture stiff and at the ready to defend his cabin to the last dying breath.

Louis more than accepted that order, it was virtually the only one he could get behind.

"Aye, aye o'capatain." Louis chuckled, cocking his gun and aiming it towards the clearing, waiting for the vehicle to pull up – if they weren't going to try a sneak offence by parking downward and walk up – which would be suicide.

The red flashing lights grew from the shadows and extended closer to the two men, the colors of hell clear as day. Harry stood at the ready, his gun steady in the grip of his large hand, the poise of his finger resting gently on the trigger.

"Steady easy, mate – wait for the driver to come near view. They're going to enter the clearing." Harry said, closing his left eye to better center his aim, the beat of his heart pumping with adrenaline.

Louis had a better idea and hoisted his gun, grabbing his knives from the side pockets instead, the glint of his eye reflecting excitement.

Harry looked at him as if he just took his clothes off and was about to jump in a lake.

"You do not bring a knife to a gun fight!" Harry exclaimed, the urge to shoot himself or Louis overpowering all the other emotions at the moment.

"Just like you don't stick your cock in the trunk of a tree, right? Worry about yourself, lad. I've got this under control." Louis assured, flipping the knives and catching them at the tip of their blades, flinging his arms back and zeroing in on the growing brightness.

"I don't want to know how you came up with that lesson." Harry muttered, choosing to flex his fingers to retrain the position of his hand.

"Life experiences teach you a lot." Louis nodded, a small chuckle escaping.

Personally, Harry was now a little worried about Louis' sanity. He had acted a little off the past couple of weeks, but it wasn't a concern until he started going against Damien's orders. Each one was just a bad situation made worse by his blatant stubbornness.

He shook his head and focused back in when the sound of the knives whooshed toward the tires of the approaching vehicle, each one hitting their mark and flattening them to the ground.

Louis then took his gun back out and fired off a shot – right through the driver's window.

Perfectly aligning his aim right between the passenger and driver.

Panicked yelling could be heard from inside, the back door of the van opening.

Harry took his aim and centered it right at left side.

A scream of pain sounding, a voice raising above them all.

"Wait! We aren't here to kill you, you fucking idiots! I've come with news, put the damn guns away!"

It was as soft and sultry calm as it had always been. The familiar memories of their younger years made Harry mad enough to finish emptying his rounds into the windshield of the now practically useless form of transportation.

Yells of protest, growls of rage and stillness followed the empty clicks.

A moment's pause, some shuffling and scrapping of feet jumping from the back space.

Then laughter erupted from the heavy tense silence.

This was followed by a few more in the joining chorus.

"Harry, man! Is that anyway to welcome friends?" Lust chuckled, stepping to the side so they can clearly be seen.

If Hell was a place residing in the human body, it would be in Harry's eyes. He had an expression that could devastate the earth to a burning inferno.

He gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

"Get the fuck out of here, Lust. You are not welcome here." Harry hissed, watching as they simultaneously pulled their weapons – except for one member. He chose to lean against the van and take out his phone instead. The bored look on his unshaven face said it all.

Louis smiled pleasantly.

"Aw, Harry. Of course, they're welcome here," Louis hummed, aiming between two of the boys to the male that decided a phone was a suitable weapon and shooting off a round.

The device exploded from his hand, the stinging pain with it making the man cry out.

"They're welcome here if they're itching to attend their own funeral." Louis finished his thought, smirking at the lazy lad who stood there cradling his hand and screaming in pain.

Lust reacted by throwing his knives to right at the tip of Louis' feet.

He looked down unimpressed.

"Yeah, missed by a foot and a half, mate. Wanna try again?" Louis asked sarcastically, picking up the knives and looking them over.

He decided they were better than his and pocketed them.

Lust walked forward slowly, now unarmed.

"We need to talk." He raised his hands, keeping his tone soft and unresponsive to the hostility. The first rule he was ever taught to follow and it served as a tranquil to calming the situation and the people in them.

"Go to hell and fuck off." Harry responded with a growl, turning to go back inside.

Louis glanced at the others, a few keeping their guns on him purely out of distrust.

He waved, formed a V with his middle and index finger, brought it to either side of his mouth and stuck his tongue out at them.

"Louis?" Lust called gently, bringing his attention back to him. "May we talk? I've an urgent assignment from Damien." He stepped forward, bringing his hands down.

Louis decided teasing the other six – well, five men. One was currently crying like a child whose toy got destroyed, was inevitably not in his best interest.

"I'm just the smartass assassin, what help could I possibly be?" Louis shrugged, putting his gun away and noticed the other men did the same.

Ah, perhaps he should have done that a tick earlier.

He shrugged indifferently at the thought, flinching when the front door slammed closed with a click.

Lust sighed, gesturing toward the front steps leading up to the cabin.

Louis followed, not exactly on friendly terms with the group that stood in front of them.

He still hated them for what happened in the beginning, though now it was far in the past and there was nothing left to be done.

"Firstly, where is the girl?" Lust asked, his heavy leather jacket shielding him from the bitter frost outside, the others all dressed in similar clothing – except the crying one. He was dressed in a stained orange tank top and white holey shorts.

Louis noticed Lust's black jeans, the buckle on them hanging loosely from his frame.

"I have a Ramones t-shirt on if you're wondering what's underneath the jacket." He winked, noticing Louis' eyeing him up to down and stopping at the buckle of his pants.

He knew Louis wasn't gay and neither was he. He preferred to sex women than men, but unfortunately the tides just didn't give a fuck sometimes.

"Actually, I was wondering if you were wearing a cup so I would know if it was worth the effort to punch you in the dick." Louis replied cheerfully, sitting down on the steps with Lust, the two leaving a space between them big enough to occupy a third person.

"Sadly, I am wearing a cup, Lou. Sorry, I'll remember to leave it at home next time." He winked, laughing when Louis rolled his eyes.

He sobered with a small clear of his throat a moment later.

"Listen – Damien sent us here to get the girl and collect you and Zayn. He wants you at our place until he returns...told me to place you two under code yellow and Ms. Stone under code red." Lust cleared his throat again and shrugged. "I don't know why, but he said he would be back in a few days. Harry is to be confined to this cabin with the other two.

Louis snorted.

"Good luck with that. Ms. Stone is somewhere skipping to Oz on a path that is probably leading nowhere and Zayn is playing Tarzan tracking her – me? I'm going fucking nowhere, but feel free to take the skinny one as a payment in good faith of us being here when he gets back. Put him to work, I'm sure he can make a few pounds on an East London street corner."

Lust chuckled, his mouth forming a gentle face. It wasn't enough to form a full smile, but enough to make the plump lines of his pale pink lips stand out against the milky white complexion of his gothic pale skin and refined, flat jawline.

"I believe code yellow is to keep you secured in one place, that would defy the purpose, wouldn't it?"

He brushed a long strand of hair back behind his ear, letting his warm-greyish black orbs stare into Louis' soul.

They held their heavily glance at one another for a moment, Lust's feminine features distinct enough to not mistake him for a girl, but it was his soul-windows that sealed the deal.

His eyes had the normal white tissue, but had a unique pigment of black, the mixture seeming to splash a cold greyish blue in the dark center where the pupil completing the god-like effect that was hard to look away.

Lust tilted his head, watching the slightly younger man.

He was just looking at him and it was most definitely not in a friendly way.

"No?" Lust guessed.

"Nope," Louis confirmed and stood up. "That kind of kryptonite don't work on me, Lex Luther. I've no weakness. Especially not with your weirdo ass trying to seduce me into obeying. Next, you'll demand I tie myself up and put myself in the van to save you the trouble." He half laughed.

Lust just nodded, calm as ever.

"I see – what conclusion have I possibly shown to suggest we're going to tie you up – I mean, are you into that sort of thing? I am willing to negotiate terms with you and let you have some choices in the matter so this thing can go a lot smoother." Lust compromised, his high arched eye brow lifted, with a small piercing hanging off the side of his nose.

Louis hated the fact that his eyes were both warm and cold at the same time. It was deceitful and pissed him off to no end. Lust used that advantage to seduce people then destroy their lives.

"Like I said, Lushy, I have no weakness. I won't go willingly. Besides, you're a yank and I don't trust Americans as far as I can throw one." Louis said, using that chance to bound up the steps, his fist raised to knock on the door.

"That's not exactly true, is it, Louis. Your weakness was killed the same night she tried to stab Damien in the heart – right as she was whoring herself out there to him – and you know where she learned th –" Lust had to jump away from the step when Louis spun around, aimed his gun and shot in the same spot he had just been sitting.

Lust still wasn't rattled, he anticipated the reaction.

Louis was predictable.

"Facts are not your friends, are they?" Lust asked when he saw Louis holster his weapon again.

Louis didn't reply, raising his fist and wrapping sharply on the wooden entryway.

"Harry, open the bloody door before I kick it the fuck down!" Louis roared, waiting two seconds before lifting his foot, leaning back and using his bodyweight to accelerate his foot forward.

The door gave way off its hinges, Harry only a few feet from it as he had been making his way forward to let Louis in.

He stood there in shock, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the –"Harry started, instantly going quiet when he saw the heated gaze in Lou's eyes.

"Don't even." He warned pointing to the leader, moving toward the hall and down it, slamming his door shut behind him when he had reached his room.

Harry stood there dumbfounded for the hundredth time, looking to Liam and Niall, both who had been sitting at the kitchen table to witness the whole thing.

Since it was only the seven deadly sins circle – which were supposed to have blue lights and not red, there wasn't really a threat unless your name popped up on their list.

A small clear of a throat brought him back to the present, he looked over to see Lust at the threshold with his arms crossed.

"May we come in? Like I told Louis, we have important information to discuss. Your father's orders specifically." Lust said, not waiting for an invite and gesturing his gang to follow.

Harry cocked a brow, gesturing sarcastically.

"Sure, come on in and make yourselves at home – seeing as you're doing that anyhow." He replied sarcastically.

Lust nodded, going to the table while his gang stood by the door – except for the one whose hand had gotten injured, he pushed through the others and went to sit down on the couch.

Liam noticed and stood up, going over to the lad.

Niall decided to make tea in case anyone wanted some – he guessed they were staying for awhile until this whole dog's dinner of a catastrophe was figured out.

Harry gestured Lust to take a seat with a sigh, defeat circulating around his dark greens.

"Please. The sooner we come to a compromise, the sooner you all leave." Harry replied, picking up his mug and eyed Liam when the other man made a grunting sound from the pain he was obviously in.

Good, at least Louis nailed one of the bastards.

Lust cleared his throat again to drag Harry's attention back to the kitchen table.

"Your father asked me to come and help collect Ms. Stone. Like I explained to Louis, he was specific in his orders to take Zayn and him as well," Lust gestured toward him. "He also said you and the help were confined to this cabin and that he would come to deal with it all personally when he got back. Louis and Zayn are to be under code yellow at our facility. He didn't give a reason why he was leaving, just that it involved a few days in Ireland on emergency business."

Harry listened to the explanation, looking into the kitchen at Niall. He was subtly putting salt in one of the cups – he assumed Lust's and then Liam was more than willing to help the assholes – when had he lost control of everything.

He thought a moment, concluding that he never truly had it to begin with.

"Right and why are we having this discussion?" Harry asked, his eyes going to the door when two of the boys parted, revealing Zayn standing there with an expression of astonishment.

"Do I want to know?" He asked, eyeing the door that was now on the ground a few feet further than it should have been.

Harry sighed, waving him in.

He entered and went to sit down in his normal chair at the table, looking around at all the chaos.

"What's going on?" He asked straight up, noticing Lust was staring at him almost empathetically.

Harry sighed, his finger going to his temple to rub it, wondering if he should be the one to break the news.

Lust decided to be helpful and help Harry out. He wasn't about playing games and they needed to start heading back.

"You, Louis and the girl are staying at our facility for a few days until Damien gets back." Lust replied, figuring he would deliver the news as you would rip off a bandage. There was no need to beat around the bush.

Zayn stood up defensively, watching Niall come forward with a few cups of tea, placing one in front of Lust and another in front of Zayn, patting his shoulder to show his support.

The bloke might not have been able to express himself through words, but the cook's actions always screamed volumes.

"No." Zayn shook his head, remembering very well the last time he was at the 7's cabin. They didn't call them the deadly seven sins for nothing. Seven people, seven sins – it was a place where nightmares happened and he was not going back there unless it was with a fight.

"That word seems to be used around here a lot, huh?" Lust asked, standing up and pointing down at the chair. "Please sit Zayn, I really don't feel like having this discussion over again. Now, I'd like to have a talk with the hostage as well so we can clear up any confusion and I can answer any questions you all may have."

His frown was becoming more predominate now, this wasn't the way he had hoped it would go.

Harry actually smiled then, gesturing to the door where his cronies stood.

"Well, she's out taking a midnight stroll because some of my circle doesn't know how to adult, I'm fixing to shoot two out of five of us, Louis is pouting like a child in his room and I've lost all self-worth," He ranted, another thought occurring to him. "Oh, and to top it all off, you're here. So, my night hasn't been the best. You want the hostage? Good fucking luck finding her."

Lust's beautiful orbs went out to look outside, a small light dusting of snow beginning to fall softly to the earth.

He stood up and looked to Zayn, but addressed his men.

"Wrath? Envy? Help Zayn and Louis get ready, I'm going to go help find Ms. Stone as I am taking a wild stab that she's not dressed for this kind of weather?" He asked blatantly, eyeing Harry.

Harry only shrugged.

"Tank and shorts. The plan tonight wasn't for her to go out running. So, yeah, I'd imagine she's freezing her vag off right about now, considering she has no shoes on."

Lust sighed and reached into his jacket pocket to take out two small white pills, handing them over to Harry.

"You will make them take these or I will let Wrath deal with it personally." Lust said, the conviction told Harry the older man wasn't kidding. He might have only been a few months older than Louis, but he was not someone you wanted to test, especially since his manipulation could prove fatal – as that was a lesson he learned well from last time.

Harry nodded his agreement.

"Alright." He agreed, setting one on the table and sliding it to Zayn, the lad still standing in absolute fear.

"Zayn –" Harry tried as patiently as he could, but with the visible anger and sadness in the other's eyes, he had to stop himself from giving the order.

"I didn't do anything. Harry, I didn't do anything to deserve this! Don't make me go." Zayn pleaded, seeing Harry swallow and cup the pill with his hand over the table, only to slide it further to him. A soft look settling in his face.

"Zayn, I know and I will try to figure something out with my father when he gets back, but there's nothing I can do. I got no warning of this and I need you to be calm. You and Louis will have to cooperate with them until I figure out what I'm going to do. Please? Just take the pill, it won't knock you out, it's just going to make you...loopy?" He looked to Lust make sure he was giving Zayn the right information.

Lust nodded.

"It will only relax him, possibly make him talkative. I don't know the effects it will have – just from what I've seen."

Harry picked up the mug with the hot tea and the pill in the other.

"Wrath isn't someone you want helping take medicine – believe me." His eyes roamed in to the door, a cheeky smile from the golden brunette short hair peaking out cockily from the side.

He waved with a deep chuckle following.

"You know I am more than happy to assist if need be. Just scream, which is what will happen if I don't see you swallowing that pill in the next two seconds." He replied, confirming he would follow Lust's orders.

He took a step forward, Lust snapping his fingers to settle the situation again.

"Wrath – in good time. Give them a few. I need to go find the hostage." Lust replied, looking at Zayn again. "Did you happen to see her? I know you track and I know you were the last to come back here." He dug out the question, walking to the kitchen to grab a tumbler from the glass drawer and fill it with tea from the steaming kettle.

"No." Zayn replied with disgust, taking the pill from Harry and popping it into his mouth, grasping the mug and washing it down.

Lust nodded, not at all believing him; but he took the pill. That was all that mattered at the moment, he'd handle the more pressing matters with them later.

"Right, excuse me, I'll be back here in a few. Harry? Remember what I said, get Louis to take the other or I'm going to have to get some help from my friends there and I really don't like calling on them all that much, seeing as I'm the only calm one in this group next to Sloth." He chuckled, watching Liam oil Sloth's hand with antiseptic.

That would teach him to play on his phone during a standoff.

Well, no it wouldn't, because the dumb-fuck never learned.

"Alight. Gluttony? Pride? There should be some spare tires out there. I'd like for you both to have changed them and cleared the glass out before I return," Lust ordered, straightening his jacket so it hugged his body better. "With any luck, this won't take long."

"Why do I have to change the tire?" Pride complained, pursing his lips in a pout. "I'm a fucking God around here, asshole. That's beneath my social standings. Why not let the other piss-shits do it?" He demanded in annoyance and smoldering anger.

Lust smiled passively and eyed Envy.

"Alright, I'm not getting anywhere with God tonight, you help Gluttony since Harry here has his men under control." Lust nodded, fixing to step out the door.

"Um, if it's too good for Mr. God, then why are you having me do it? That's not fair, I want the same status as Pride." He complained, slicking his wavy dark locks back and glaring with jealousy at the other bloke.

Lust stopped at the door, his warm-greys reflecting the never-ending patience he had for his men...but they were pushing their luck now.

"Envy? If you want to be leader when I'm gone..." He trailed off with a hum, making all the men jump to attention, Wrath's eyes growing intense.

"That title belongs to me! I do all the dirty work, it's rightfully mine!" He proclaimed, getting shoved by Envy.

"Bullshit! I deserve it because I was with him from the beginning!" He boasted, making Harry stand to leave the room – he didn't need to see the fights again.

Pride laughed.

"Fuck you all, I already got it in the bag, just because I'm me." His posh accent radiating from his smooth voice, the slick way his pallet moved with his Adam's apple would make any girl weak, but Lust with his eyes always got them. In comparison, Pride just couldn't match up.

"I'm going to be leader, that way I can sleep till noon." Sloth dreamed, a lazy smile spreading over his face.

"I'm an eater not a leader, mate. So, peace to you all." Gluttony said, making a peace sign.

"If you want a hope in Hell, you all better have completed your orders or I'll make sure Damien is aware of your professionalism. I'm the lover, not the sadist in this scenario. So, please just do what I've asked." Lust finished, his thick boots knocking against the floor as he left his group to get organized.

When he went outside again, the temperature seemed to drop from where it had been and if Ms. Stone was really without shoes or reasonable clothing, then she was in a world of trouble.

He may have been in sex trafficking, but it didn't mean he did not care about his victims in some way. He cared what happened, particularly to this hostage.

Damien was quite specific on keeping her alive.

With a deep breath, he chose to go straight, knowing each path around like the back of his hand – after all, this cabin was once a place he called home.

That of course, was a long time ago.

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