Chapter 5

The water filled my lungs like liquid fire. I thrashed against the restraints binding my wrists to the chair, my body's desperate need for air overwhelming every other sensation. Through the haze of pain, I could see Jax—Silas's sadistic enforcer—watching with clinical detachment as he poured another bucket over the cloth covering my face.

"Where is the money, little dancer?" he asked, his voice eerily calm. "Rex hid something from us. Where's the cash?"

I tried to speak, but only managed a choked gargle as water filled my mouth. The Iron Hounds' emergency funds—the money Rex had been quietly diverting…