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Chapters (72)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prey Island Map
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. CREED
  10. SIX
  11. BILLIE
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. JIRO
  18. TWELVE
  19. BILLIE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. ROW
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. BILLIE
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. ACHILLES
  48. THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CREED
  50. THIRTY-NINE
  51. BILLIE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. FORTY-SIX
  59. FORTY-SEVEN
  60. FORTY-EIGHT
  61. FORTY-NINE
  62. ROW
  63. FIFTY
  64. BILLIE
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. FIFTY-THREE
  68. FIFTY-FOUR
  69. FIFTY-FIVE
  70. TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. ALSO BY KENDRA

He pats his thigh, beckoning me over, and because he’s a paying customer, I can’t really say no, not without Sam giving me shit. So I climb from the table and straddle his waist, preparing to give him the lap dance of a lifetime so there’ll be no argument over the money when it comes time to pay.

He grins up at me and my revulsion grows. “What a pretty trophy you’ll make,” he purrs.

His words make me pause because that sounds more like a threat than anything else. I see it in his eyes, the predatory look, and fuck that! I’m not going to be anyone’s trophy. Four grand isn’t worth this skin crawling experience.

I open my mouth, prepared to scream for security while I try to scramble from his lap despite his meaty hands clamping down on my thighs. Before I can get any words out, before I can scream for help, something is pressed against my mouth and nose from behind. Something sweet fills my nostrils, choking me. I try to scream, but the rag is pressed tighter against my mouth, the bodyguard clearly keeping me still with the help of the man holding my thighs. The bodyguard is too big, and I’m at a disadvantage. Darkness creeps at the edges of my vision as the man leans in close and strokes a finger down my cheek.

“I’m going to hunt you down and mount you on my wall, Freya,” he whispers roughly. “I’m going to hunt a goddess.”

I think I’m going to be sick.

My vision goes black, and I hear no more.

TWO

I wake up with a start in a full-on panic. I jerk at the sudden wakefulness and immediately slam my head against something cold and metal. It smarts hard enough to make me duck and cradle my face. Clutching my skull in my hands at the sudden ache that fills it, an already terrible headache made worse by hitting it so hard, I force myself to calm down and ease the pain. Deep breaths roll in and out of my lungs as the pain ebbs just enough that I can think.

“What the fuck?” I groan, trying to stretch out my legs and hitting more metal in front of me.

My eyes fly open, and I look around, my heart rate kicking up when I realize I’m in a metal box barely big enough for me to move.

A cage.