“I only want Mulcahy,” I assure him. “So, tell me what that fucker has on you.” He takes a deep, shuddering breath. “She was his girlfriend.” Girlfriend? What the fuck is he—oh, fuck no. Every muscle goes rigid. Max senses it and takes a step toward me. “That prick set it all up,” Hayes continues. “Told me she was into role-play and that they’d planned it all out. He said she was supposed to say no. The screaming was all part of the act. She was supposed to fight back.” Bile burns the back of my throat. Max places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Fight back?” Looking down at his feet, Hayes
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