Fifty
Marcus forced Justice into the back of a truck, clambering in after her and rummaging around until he came up with two sets of handcuffs. He snapped one cuff around her right wrist before attaching the other end to his left wrist.
‘Put these on the half-breed.’ He tossed the second set of cuffs at Cole and then tugged on Justice’s cuff. ‘Sit.’
Wooden crates lined the sides of the truck, leaving a narrow aisle in the middle. Justice sat on a crate and leaned back. Hannah and Cole sat down opposite her. The freaks sprawled out on the rest of the crates as the truck reversed.
The truck smelled earthy, the scents of the fresh produce it usually carried lingering in the wooden crates along with a faint hint of rot. Hands resting on her thighs, conscious of the cuff chaining her to the
