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"Marcus ran errands for the club owner sometimes," Sadie whispered. "He'd disappear for hours in the night."
As the pieces fell into place, Blake paled. "Damn it," he muttered. "It's all connected."
"Connected? How?" Savannah asked, her voice barely audible.
"Chloe," Blake said, haunted pain flickering across his face. "She disappeared on her sixteenth birthday. I’d forgotten all about it, but she got a birthday cake delivered that morning, too. Told me she had some new fancy man who kept sending her expensive presents. We never found any proof of that and I always just assumed she’d bought the cake for herself but was too embarrassed to admit it."
"So . . Chloe, Mia, and Sadie were all taken by . . . Marcus?” Savannah asked.
"Fuck," Blake growled, his hand tightening around Savannah's. "Whatever role Marcus has been playing in all this, we have to stop him. And DeLuca. And all of them."
"Let's do it," Savannah agreed, determination coursing through her veins like wildfire. "Let's take down the whole damn Lucifer Club."
"Together," Blake added, his eyes locked on hers. The promise in his gaze was unbreakable.
"Yes," she replied, holding his stare. "Together."
Sadie's hands trembled as she fumbled with the strap of her purse, her gaze darting around the room. “I should go now,” she said. “I’m on my break at work. I work at a restaurant on the other side of the city. Don’t want anyone knowing I came here.”
"Sadie," Blake said, his voice low but firm. "We're going to make sure you get back to work safely."
"Thank you," Sadie whispered, relief washing over her face.
Blake caught Jax's eye from across the room and gestured for him to come over. "Jax, I need you to take Sadie back to work."
"Of course," Jax nodded, his expression serious. “I’ll set you up with some alerts, too, Sadie,” he said. “In case you need us at any point.”
Sadie nodded gratefully.
Just then, Nash approached, having eavesdropped on the conversation. "I'll go with them. I have some errands to run anyway."
Blake nodded.
As they prepared to leave, Rosie sauntered over with a mischievous grin on her face. "Aww, Nash, are you going so soon? How will I cope without your insults for the rest of the afternoon?"
Nash rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small smirk. "You’ll find a way to get by without me, I’m sure."
While Nash and Rosie continued to exchange playful barbs, Savannah shook Sadie’s hand. “Thank you so much for coming here to chat to us,” she told Sadie. “You’re very brave.”
Sadie nodded. “So are you. Be safe, Savannah.”
“She will be,” said Blake with certainty.
Then, Sadie and the two Marks brothers left the bar.
As the door closed behind them, Savannah felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her—anger at the man who had hurt so many girls, determination to bring him to justice, and an undeniable connection with Blake that only seemed to grow stronger.
“What shall we do now?” Savannah asked Blake. “Should we go to the police?”
Blake shook his head. “No. I’ll pass those details on to Jax and he’ll run some searches. We’ll gather all the information we can on Marcus and DeLuca before we act. Knowledge is power.”
Savannah nodded. “So, until then . . .?” Her gaze darted back to the private BDSM room, and then she looked at the other two closed doors. “Maybe we could finish that tour?”
Blake gritted his teeth. "Let's get back to the safehouse," he said, his voice low and tense.
“Okay,” said Savannah quietly. “Whatever you think is best.”
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