Marcus pivoted toward the elevator, stepping around Mickey and Vincenzo wrapped in each other’s arms on the floor. He almost walked past Pruitt too, but the man’s eyes were gazing up at him, pleading. Marcus stooped and loosened the leather strap. “Better?” he asked. Pruitt slumped in the seat, and the big man kissed his clammy cheek.

Then he cinched the belt tighter. The thing inside the mesh cage slid forward with a scrabbling sound. Jimmy replied with a guttural cry, gargling thickly around the ball gag. Marcus patted the man’s thrashing head and turned away.

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