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Silence fell.
He smiled graciously. “Thank you for your joy on my behalf. It was confirmed this morning by Dr Belford. I’m so glad the equipment arrived early, and we now have a fully equipped maternity ward.” He smirked. “It might seem a bit over the top to create an entire medical ward for just one birth, but…that’s where you all come in, my friends.”
Striding around the stage, his cape flaring behind him, he pointed at each man. “Most of you have offspring already. You’ve proven you can sire. Up till now, my jewels have been forbidden to get pregnant. Partly for my benefit and for yours, but…if any of you wish to share your proven seed, then tell me who you would like, and I’ll arrange it.”
“Wait, what?” A few Masters turned up their noses.
“We don’t want fucking kids running around here, Vic.” Roland sneered.
“Speak for yourself. I’m down with raping for a purpose.” Wilson stepped forward. “Count me in!”
Victor looked at each man. “I’m aware you’ll enjoy the baby-making part but will want nothing to do with the results. Once you’ve achieved impregnation, the jewel in question will be sequestered until she is able to return to her duties.”
“So you’ll be introducing more stock if you’re planning on turning most of them into brood mares?” Travis asked.
“I will. In fact, my team is already gathering more gems as we speak.”
“Hell yeah.” Branson snickered. “Love getting my dick wet on new supplies.”
Peter shuddered beside me.
I squeezed his fingers.
“What are you going to do with the babies once you get them, Vic?” Ben dared to ask.
Victor smiled like a snake. “Sell them of course.”
“Sell?” Stewart choked on a mouthful of whiskey.
Henri bristled, most likely wanting to slap the only Masters on our side and order them to stay silent.
If they revealed how much they abhorred Victor.
If they exposed the lengths they’d go to in order to free Abby and Pen…we’re all screwed.
Luckily, Victor kept revelling in his monstrosity. “Yes, sell. And now for the fun part. Because I have an heir on the way and I’m not getting any younger, I have asked a very good friend—a man who I consider my protégé in so many ways—to be his guardian. If I don’t live long enough to finish his education, another will take my place. Henri.” Victor pointed at us in the shadows. “Come join me if you please. Come on now, don’t be shy.”
Henri swallowed a snarl.
He fisted my hand so hard my fingers went numb.
Then…without a word, he let me go, swatted away the fabric curtain, and stalked toward Victor. With a gravity-defying leap, he shot onto the stage and stood beside the sickest, vilest man I’d ever known. “You summoned.”
“You came.” Vic patted Henri’s cheek. “Such a good lad.”
Henri smiled.
It looked so genuine. So real.
But my heart saw past the lies and the truth beneath.
I saw how close Henri was to purging this entire night up.
How close he was to the end.
Peter threw all caution to the wind and wrapped his arm around my waist. Pulling me into him, he whispered, “You need to run, jaanu. I don’t know where, and I don’t know how, but…you really need to fucking run.”
Ben and Stewart turned to look at me.
