Chapter 38

Jake lay spread-eagled on the mattress, the cold bite of steel cuffs digging into his wrists. The foundry apartment smelled of ozone and expensive lubricants, a stark contrast to his current state of undress. Urban Outlaw sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the edge of a jagged combat knife while she stared at the white-furred plushie sitting on the nightstand. "You only cared about the plushie!" Jake’s voice was strained, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Admit...