Sam
They come for me maybe thirty minutes later.
Two men. Not Brennan. Just his people—silent, efficient, cold.
One of them grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. I don't fight. Lily's words echo in my head.
Don't fight. It'll be worse if you fight.
They walk me down the hallway, past the other closed doors. I wonder if there are girls behind them. Girls like Lily. Girls waiting for whatever comes next.
We turn a corner, and the hallway opens into something bigger.
A warehouse.
The space is massive—concrete floors, metal beams overhead, industrial lights casting harsh shadows across everything. But it's not
empty.
It's full of people.
Men.
Dozens of them.
They're standing in clusters, talking in low voices. Some are dressed in suits. Some in leather. Some look like businessmen
