Zander frowns as he watches the blonde haired omega squirm, his taped mouth doing well to keep him quiet. He looks terrified, his eyes all puffy from crying, and snot covering his nose. He's an unpleasant sight, to say the least.
"I have a room in the basement. Bring him and follow me." Zander turns and heads back inside. Beau sighs and quickly follows after him.
Mila snaps her fingers, a ring on her middle finger glistening beneath the street light. The man in black lifts Chris over his shoulders, ignoring his whimpers and sobs. They decend down a set of stairs leading to a black door. Zander unlocks it with a key and after pocketing it, he leads everyone inside.
It's a private lounge, with a red velvet couch, a matching chair, and a black wooden table. To the side is a personal bar, a large set of speakers up on the wall, and a flat screen TV on the opposite.
