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A blush crept up Savannah's cheeks, and Rosie winked at her.
"Mind your own business," Blake grumbled, stalking over to join them at the bar.
"Lighten up, Blake," Rosie chimed in, pouring him a drink. "We're just having a little fun."
"Fun?" Blake muttered, taking a swig of his drink. "Never heard of it."
He glanced at Savannah, but she couldn’t read his expression. Then, he returned to his drink.
Savannah found herself wishing they could go back to the intimacy of the private room. But what would happen if they did? Would Blake ask her to leave again? Or would they take things even further this time . . .?
Just then, the main door of the Haven swung open, revealing a petite woman with long, dark hair. Her eyes darted around the room nervously.
Jax, who was sitting at a table near the door, looked up from his laptop and went over to her. He had a few quiet words with her and she looked over at Savannah and Blake, nodded, then headed over.
"Sadie, I presume?" Blake asked, his voice gruff but inviting.
Sadie nodded, her gaze flickering between him and Savannah.
"Let's talk somewhere more private," he suggested, leading them to a dimly lit booth tucked away in a corner of the bar.
As they slid into the worn leather seats, Savannah couldn't help but notice Sadie's trembling hands. She reached out and gently touched the woman's arm.
"Hey, it's okay. We're here to help," Savannah reassured her, offering a warm smile. “Would you like a glass of water?”
Sadie shook her head. "No thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the bar. "I'm just . . . scared."
"Start at the beginning," Blake prompted, his tone firm but patient. "Tell us everything you know."
Sadie took a deep breath, her fingers twisting in her lap. "Well, as you know, I was taken to the Lucifer Club against my will. But I managed to escape.” She took a shaky breath. “I don’t know what they were planning on doing with me, but I was tied up in this back room. And then I saw . . .” She sniffed and then started to cry.
“Take your time,” said Savannah gently.
“I saw someone I knew,” Sadie replied. “I was kinda drugged at the time, but the second I saw him, it’s like I snapped back to my senses. I managed to wriggle out of my bonds and then I kicked a guy in the nuts and somehow, I got away.”
“Who did you recognize?” asked Blake.
Sadie rubbed her temples. “I grew up in foster care. It was . . . rough. My foster father was . . . not a good man."
Savannah felt her heart clench. A sudden realization hit her like a punch to the gut. "Wait . . . was your foster father named Marcus?"
"Y-yes," Sadie stammered, her eyes widening in surprise. "How did you—"
"God," Savannah breathed, anger and fear rising within her like bile. "He was my foster father, too." The tension in the room escalated, the air thick with shared trauma and unspoken questions.
"Damn," Blake muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched tight. "Okay, we need to figure out what he's up to now."
"Right," Sadie agreed, her voice wavering. "I'll tell you everything I know."
Blake's hand found Savannah's under the table, a silent anchor.
She squeezed it, grateful for the steady reassurance.
"It was eighteen months ago," Sadie said, taking a shaky breath. "On my sixteenth birthday, Marcus gave me this chocolate cupcake with pink icing. I didn't think much of it at the time, although it was unusual for him to give me a gift. I hoped he was making amends, but after eating it, I felt . . . strange. Disoriented. I hadn’t eaten anything else that day, so I knew it had to be the cake. Well, I went for a lie down in my room, and later that day, I woke up to find myself in the back of a strange car, being taken to this club. I was super groggy though, and I kept passing out. It was only after I’d escaped I saw it was the Lucifer Club."
Savannah's heart raced, her anger mounting. She couldn’t believe Marcus was behind any of this. He’d seemed like an asshole, yes. A bad guy? Definitely. But responsible for kidnapping and selling troubled teens? It was hard to believe.
"Can you think of any connection between the club and your foster father?" Blake pressed, his grip on Savannah's hand tightening.
