Chapter 34 - Jagger Bolton

Jagger POV

Entering the barn I scrunch my nose as I look around. I don’t know what they’ve been doing here, but it smells like someone died here. I beg your pardon. It smells like there’s a body in decomposition here.

I look around and find the source of the odor. There’s a freezer on the corner of the barn; walking to it, I open the lid, and the smell hits me like a fucking hurricane turning my stomach and making me heave. I slam the door shut as I wipe my eyes that start watering immediately with the smell.

“What the fuck have you been doing here?” I ask as I look around, finding several torture instruments and machines. This is worthy of a good room, not a barn where water leaks and animals come in to eat.

I find several torture instruments on one of the tables, and when I open the fridge next to it, I see several bags of blood. I grab one and shove it in front of the doctor’s face. “I can see your practice is not just in New York,” I say as I tear the bag open and spill the bloo