Fresh waves of anger flowed through him as he recalled the video of Hannah's rape they'd just had the horror of watching. He could barely contain his fury at himself knowing that he had been sitting in his rental car right outside Davenport's house as that nightmare had been playing out inside. At the time, Dylan had allowed the men to talk him out of bursting in to protect her, and now, unbelievably, he was being put into the same position again; sitting in the van, watching her getting deeper and deeper inside the torture chamber of the warehouse.
"Hang on. Davenport's talking again." Derek and Z were conferring, and he had to shush them so he could hear what was being said inside.
The men went silent, and then Dylan wished they hadn't as he heard Davenport saying, "I think I made it clear that all of my employees are naked at all times unless they're in fetish wear. I've been kind enough to let you keep your clothes on so far, but I'm afraid that has to change before we go to the party."
Dylan could see Jake reaching for Hannah from the vantage point of the small camera she wore. He grabbed the mic to talk to her, but Derek pulled it out of reach. "There's nothing you can say to her right now that will help her. She needs to stay focused on following Davenport's directions. Reminding her that we're witnessing her humiliation will only make it worse."
He hated that his brother was right. Dylan felt helpless as he watched her struggling in vain. He clapped his hands over his ears to block out the sound of her begging Jake to stop, and the sound of her clothes being ripped from her body.
The feral look of hunger in Jake's eyes as he got off on Hannah's fear was upsetting Dylan's stomach. He had to turn away from the screen as she was dragged along behind her captor and they approached yet another locked door; this time a steel elevator.
The men were taking notes on the security measures they would encounter when they rushed the building with the police. No one had said it out loud yet, but with each set of security barriers, they were all becoming more concerned. First that it would take too long to navigate through all of the complex locks to get to Hannah when the time came, and second, more importantly, what the fuck could Davenport be hiding that needed this much security?
Jake pulled a key ring from his pocket, using a metal key to open the elevator door and then again to close the door once inside. Hannah did a good job of watching his actions, giving the men the view they needed to see him programming a six digit code into the elevator bank to get it moving lower, below ground.
"This isn't right. I have the blueprints on file for that building and there was no mention of a basement or an elevator," Cameron came through over the speakerphone.
Lukus was relaying the information to his contact on his phone. Dylan's dread grew stronger. He kept his eyes on the screen, watching as Hannah exited the elevator and stepped into another corridor, this one dark, with only a few small sconces on the walls lighting the way. As they passed an open door, Hannah tried to slow down, looking inside quickly.
"Good girl, Hannah," he whispered. He was so proud of her for holding it together the way she was. He swore he was going to make this up to her when they got her out. And they would get her out. He refused to think otherwise.
Hannah's glance inside the room had been quick. Dylan hadn't seen what was inside, but Derek exploded. "What the fuck? Was that what I think it was?"
"What? I didn't see!" Dylan didn't like the alarm in his brother's voice.
Derek yelled to Cameron. "Cam, back up the footage and investigate that last room. It looked like a row of barred cells for holding captives."
Lukus countered, "Maybe it's just another set for filming," although Dylan heard the concern in his voice.
"And maybe it's not. Cam, check it out," Derek barked the order.
"I'm on it." Dylan liked the techy kid. He kept calm, and was good at his job.
Meanwhile, Hannah continued to be pulled alongside Davenport until they came to yet another security door.
"Fuck. It just keeps getting worse." Dylan didn't like the dread in Z's voice. His partner was as hard-nosed as they came, so having Z on edge freaked him out.
Two armed guards stood in front of the door, blocking their entry. A new anger overcame Dylan knowing these men were gawking at a naked Hannah, predatory glares on their hard faces.
"Everyone we were expecting has arrived for the party, Mr. Davenport," one of the guards said.
"Excellent. Thanks, Mario. And how about our other guests? Any news on their arrival?"
"Yes, sir. Everything is on schedule. The last car is en route from the airport. We should be able to start a few minutes early, and all transportation is arranged for after the event."
"Like clockwork. Well done. I'll have a bonus envelope for you and Tony after the event if all goes off as planned."
"Thank you, sir."
They watched Jake look at his watch. "I think I have thirty minutes to enjoy the party before I need to head back. Come retrieve me if our final guest arrives ahead of schedule."
"Yes, sir. Enjoy yourself."
"Oh I will, Mario. I will."
The guard turned to unlock the door behind him. The sights and sounds that hit them through the surveillance footage almost knocked Dylan on his ass. The debauchery in progress made the previous scenes in the warehouse look like a children's movie. What was happening in the room Hannah stood at the doorway of was nothing short of fucked up.
"Holy fuck." The Dom's Dom, Lukus Mitchell, was surprised. This was not good.
At least a dozen naked women
