Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,157

I didn’t want my mind clouded with too much alcohol tonight. We had to focus so we could find a way to destroy this place and the vile people who attended it.

We moved through the crowd who were dancing to rave music and I noticed there were plenty of half naked or even totally naked men and women among them, their eyes glazed like they were high as hell. None of them had masks on and I guessed that they were the poor souls who had been put up for sale in this fucking place.

The masked men and women moved amongst them, pawing at them whenever the desire took them or tugging them out of the room through a door with a sign on it saying it led to the private boudoirs.

Kyan kept me close as we moved through them and I couldn’t help but stare as I caught sight of one of the masked men having his cock sucked right in the middle of the fucking room. As my eyes nearly bugged out of my head and I silently thanked my mask for hiding my facial expressions, he pulled out, coming all over the girl’s face before punching her hard enough to knock her back on her ass.

The dancers scattered as she fell sprawling to the floor in her leather underwear and I ducked down to help pull her to her feet as the asshole in question moved away like it meant nothing at all to him. My gaze snagged on the golden number 84 on his chest and I gritted my teeth as I committed that to memory, hoping to find a way to pay him back for that move somehow.

More than a few of the masked freaks were looking my way as I helped the beaten hooker to her feet and Kyan tugged my arm roughly, forcing me to release her before I drew too much attention.

“You have to think bigger if you wanna help them, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “When we take this place down they’ll all be freed. Now slap that guy’s ass so that everyone here stops looking at you with so much suspicion.”

I was about to ask what guy when he gave me a shove towards a dancer in a leather thong with a ball gag in his mouth. I wanted to protest, but Kyan had a point and I could feel the eyes of the sadistic club members following me, so I reluctantly reached out and slapped the guy’s bare ass cheek hard enough to leave a handprint.

He barely even flinched, clearly more than used to being treated like that and it made me feel all kinds of dirty.

“Good girl,” Kyan purred, tugging me on as the attention fell off of me and Niall laughed obnoxiously.

We walked through the veil and the first thing I heard were the screams. Doors led off on either side of the corridor which was tinted by red lights. Beyond them, terrible things were happening, things I didn’t want to imagine let alone witness. But as we made it to the end of the corridor and walked down a dark stairway, my gut told me I was going to have to see things I didn’t want to. Things I might never forget.

At the base of the stone stairway was a corridor bordered by mesh wire walls that ran up to a caged ceiling, beyond which was a high, circular walkway where onlookers were gazing in. Strobe lights flashed intermittently beyond the wire either side of me and I caught sight of passages leading away from here. Kyan quickened his pace as a scream rang out somewhere from within the maze’s depths and my spine prickled.

“Viewing point this way!” a man called by a golden door up ahead, ushering us forward.

“We’re happy down here,” Niall told him, waving him off.

Something collided with the metal wire to my left and I wheeled around in fright.

“Hey!” a half naked girl hissed, trying to force her hand through the wire to reach me. “Are you carrying weapons? Give me something to help!”

She had dark hair and a pretty face, a thousand untold horrors swirling in her brown eyes. She couldn’t have been much older than me and a yank in my chest drew me toward her. If it had been me in there, I’d have desperately wanted someone to help me. So how could I just stand here and do nothing?

I reached for her fingers which were threaded through