Page 92 of Rattle the Cage

But before she could continue her protest, a second text hit Cyrus’ phone. Glancing down at it for just a second, she nodded toward the door. “Let’s roll.”

48

CYRUS

The drive was quiet.

From the moment we loaded into the Aston Martin, a heavy veil of silence fell over all of us. Despite Xander Stone’s claims, all of us feared that this was some kind of trap.

As far as I knew, the Oracle wanted to take out its dirtiest laundry and clean house.

Or Xander and the LD sisters really meant what they said.

Hoping for the best, I’d made us take the Vanquish. It was a car that was much more befitting Xander Stone, the Martyr of Laniidae. If we had any chance of actually sneaking in and finding the Pigeon, we’d need to play the part.

My eyes caught on Tess in the backseat, her purple dress following the intricate dress code that X had sent along with the faked membership card.

I shouldn’t have fucked her.

If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t know what I was missing.

But now…

My jaw tightened at the thought of feeling her resist my long strap.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Her words echoed in my mind as my clit throbbed between my legs.

Cleaning my throat, I shifted in the driver’s seat as we pulled onto a small town's main street. It was dead, complete silence. A ghost town.

Beside me, Nash tugged at the collar of her suit. “Can’t fucking breathe in this shit.”

“Yes, you can.” I growled back as I kept the car driving toward the opposite side of town, letting the GPS guide us.

I’d worn a suit plenty, buying up real estate required a certain look. And I’d played the role plenty. But my fellow Freaks had hardly ever worn more than jeans.

Slowing the car, I stopped when our blue dot landed on our destination.

Blade gripped the leather seats from the back row of the Vanquish, her shirt hanging open as she only did up half the buttons. “The fuck are we?”

All of us scanned the area, nothing in view.

My blood began to boil. There was no high end club here.

Spoiled fucking sorority girls sending us on a wild goose chase.

“What’s that?” Tess pointed to the side of the road where a worn down carriage house sat on the edge of the sprawling woods.

My eyes jumped down to the sidewalk. “Curb cut.” The cement sloped from the doors of the carriage house down to the street. A driveway.

Reaching into the center console, I grabbed the small black box Xander had sent us. There was one button on it, and a black clip that looked like it just might fit over a car’s visor.

As soon as I clicked it, the carriage house stirred to life.

The doors swung open to reveal a dark, sloped driveway that led down into an abyss.

Behind me, Blade jumped. “Jesus.” Her brows furrowed as she watched the automatic doors like a stray dog seeing a TV for the first time.