Chapter 15

Assistant Chief Christina Teller

I couldn’t believe my house was broken into.

My husband sounded unnerved. I had to leave behind the arrest scene for Sheriff Todd Billings. Well, my chief investigator had it in hand. I was merely there to make sure that nothing went wrong. Chief Cantwell would not be happy if I fucked it up.

He’s whip my ass. I’d have to hide the welts from my husband.

Tears stung my eyes. I hated that I had to lie to my husband and cover up how my boss used me. I sold my soul not for power, but to be a fucking sex slave. There was no way out. The Cult would kill me. My husband. Sacrifice my daughter Amber.

I had seen too many girls used that way by the Cult. I couldn’t get that horror out of my mind.

Power was not worth it because it was a trap. I was cornered.

I wiped at my tears as I raced down I-5 in my Washington State Patrol Ford Police Interceptor Utility. No one would pull me over. I didn’t have my lights on, but I was speeding. Racing through traffic. I was almost home now.

I took my exit and hated the traffic before me. I was tempted to go lights and sirens, but that would attract the local cops’ attention. They might be wondering what I was doing running code in their jurisdiction.

The light changed. I flowed through it. My phone beeped with an update on Todd Billings. He was being taken back to the station for questioning. His lawyer was on the way. I wasn’t shocked he had one so fast. He was fucked.

We caught him in the act of having sex with his two barely legal daughters. It was just a matter of degrees now. All part of the power game the Governor was playing with her new toy, Zach Black. This young man who had sprung onto the scene out of nowhere.

Who had the Mayor of Tacoma, the Executive of Pierce County, and the Pierce County Sheriff in his back pocket. He had his own bodyguard of sexy local cops and sheriffs. His father was a mystery. He had joined the cult, but...

The governor was clearly worried about him. Worried that he would be a threat to her.

Wouldn’t that be nice.

I turned onto my street. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Philip hadn’t called the police. He had called me. I was the police. One of the most powerful law enforcement officers in the state, and yet ... It was a joke. A farce. I was just a bitch.

I took a deep breath. I had to be the supportive wife now. I had to reassure my husband. Tell him we’d find out who did this. They would be punished for it. Once I had him calm down, I would call the local police. Tumwater PD would handle the case.

I pulled into my driveway and climbed out of my car. I walked calmly to the door, taking deep breaths. I opened the door to find my husband crouched naked, with a collar about his neck and a leash around him.

He pounced on me.

“What?” I screamed as he knocked me to the ground. He was on me, pinning me down. “What the fuck, Philip? What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes were ... strange. They were glossy.

I struggled to get out from beneath him, but he was holding me down with remarkable ease. Women started moving into view. Young. Barely adults. They wore nothing or next to it. The redhead, who smiled down at me with his predatory gleam in her green eyes, had on a black corset that cupped her breasts. The other had purple hair and a playful smile, utterly naked.

“We can free you from the cult,” the redhead said. “Set you free of them and Chief Cantwell.”

I shuddered, then realized who she was. Sable Newport. The other girl with purple hair was Moira Black. Others in the room had the look of cops, even if they were naked, save for the blonde MILF who knelt, her nipples pierced and a collar about her throat.

“You’re his!” I gasped, struggling. I gazed at my husband. “You’ve put a spell on Philip!”

“Yes, we did,” cooed Moira. She looked proud of herself.

“We’re here to set you free,” Sable continued. The young woman was nineteen yet looked much more mature. She had ice in her veins. “You do not have to be that disgusting Chief Cantwell’s whore any longer. You can just be Philip’s wife.”

“You mean Zach’s fucktoy,” I hissed. “I know about his house. The women. The whores. You’re all his whores.”

“Yep!” Moira said gladly. “But you don’t have to be. My big brother has plenty of women. He doesn’t have to fuck you at all if you don’t want to. I mean, we’re all his voluntarily.”

“Mostly,” Sable purred. “Moira’s magic does blur that line of consent.”

“Yeah.” Moira shrugged. “But we won’t do that to you. We want you as his ally. We want you to break free of the Cult and join us.”

I wanted to break free of the Cult. Zach was a threat. The Governor was right to be paranoid about him. I trembled. They would not let me go if I said no to them. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be free of this sick cult.