Love Unspoken

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Alistair banged on that old iron door like a madman, making a racket that had Sean glancing back nervously. Alexander, however, acted as if he didn't hear a thing and just strolled out.

Sean had to stick around to make sure nothing went sideways. If Alistair got loose, they'd be in deep trouble. Alistair kept pounding and cursing Alexander, but it was like yelling at a brick wall.

Eventually, he ran out of steam, his body burning up like a furnace.

He grabbed his collar and ripped it to shreds, rolling on the ground and making noises that sounded like a dying cow. Sean heard the commotion and felt all kinds of uncomfortable. He checked his watch; only ten minutes had passed. Matthew chimed in, "He ain't gonna die, right?" "Not that quick. The drug's just kicking in. Are the girls here?" Sean asked.

"They've been here, just waiting for the go-ahead," Matthew replied.

"Go check," Sean suggested.

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Curiosity got the best of him. He went to another room, pushed the door open, and saw seven or eight women inside. They jumped up and stared at him when he walked in. Sean swallowed hard and quietly closed the door, giving Matthew a thumbs-up.

These women were a mess.

Each one was skin and bones, like they were one step away from being skeletons. And these were the "better" ones.

The others? Covered in sores and pus, enough to make you lose your lunch.

Matthew said, "They're all sick. That's why." Sean's face twisted in disgust. Yeah, it was gross, but Alistair had it coming.

He'd taken a dose of his own drug that was three times what Quinn had. These women probably wouldn't be enough to save him.

He might not even make it through the day. And even if he did, the diseases these women carried would make him wish he hadn't.

If Alistair hadn't been such a sleazeball, he wouldn't be in this mess.

After another half hour, Sean finally let the women in.

They rushed into the room like their lives depended on it, scared they'd get kicked out if they were too slow.

In their condition, they had no future. Using their bodies to make scash was the best they could hope for. Alexander didn't stick around. After leaving the shop, he headed back to Casey's place.

Before he even got out of the car, he spotted someone unexpected-Walter.

Quinn was just as surprised. What was Walter doing here? Without an invite, Walter walked over to a bench, sat down, and smirked, "Looks like you're doing alright since you got out." Quinn just stared at him, not saying a word.

"What's the matter? Not happy to see me?" Walter asked.

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Quinn was definitely not happy. Seeing him here was like seeing a ghost that wouldn't go away.

Casey was eyeing him closely. Walter looked more approachable than Alexander, almost like a woman. But Quinn didn't seem thrilled to see him.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked.

"I'm here to take you back. Gotten so comfy here you don't wanna leave?" Walter asked.

Quinn pressed her lips together and stayed quiet for a moment. "Did you C have anything to do withgetting captured by Landon?" she asked.

Walter couldn't help but laugh at that.

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