Chapter 91: The Game Begins

Of course. Sierra didn’t refuse. She had said those things on purpose—she wanted Kason to show his true colors. She had to seek justice for the girls who had died tragically, just like Daphne. As for the marriage alliance between the Xander family and the Richardson family, and whether the Xanders would face retaliation from the Richardsons, it wasn’t something she cared about. She was already prepared. In the car, she casually touched the necklace around her neck, her fingers brushing against the pendant. Inside was a miniature camera she had spent a fortune on. Kason had no guard against her, so he likely wouldn’t be suspicious.

Still, something about this didn’t sit right with Sierra. Shane and Kason were clearly working together, yet, for some reason, Shane had shown her all of Kason’s dirty secrets without telling Kason. Then again, Shane was a lunatic. He never needed a reason to do things. He acted purely on impulse.

The car soon came to a stop. As Sierra looked at their destination, her gaze grew even colder. Kason had brought her to a private club. No surprise—he just couldn’t help himself. She glanced at him with a smirk. “This is it?”

There was something about Peyton that got under his skin and made his pulse race. She was more exhilarating than anyone he’d ever toyed with before. It would be a shame to kill her too quickly. He wanted to take his time and make it last. With that thought, he said, “You’ll see once you go inside. I spent days preparing this just for you. Hope you like it.”

Sierra gave a careless smile, stepped out of the car, and walked inside without a hint of hesitation. Kason led her to a private room he had reserved. The moment the door shut behind them, Sierra felt a flicker of tension in her chest—but her expression remained unreadable. She watched as Kason took off his suit jacket. Her breath caught slightly.

But to her surprise, he didn’t make another move. Instead, he gestured towards the window. Sierra walked over, raising an eyebrow at him, as if to say, Let’s see what kind of game you’re playing. Kason pressed a button, and the curtains slowly pulled back. Sierra took one look outside, and her eyes instantly locked onto the scene, her expression sharpening. Through the glass, she saw a massive cage made of iron mesh. Inside, a huge, snarling wolfdog paced restlessly.

“What is this?” A bad feeling settled in her gut.

Kason checked his watch and smirked. “The show’s about to start.” As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of metal clanking rang out. The cage door opened, and a person was thrown inside. The wolfdog had clearly been trained. The moment it saw someone enter, it lunged at the man. He barely dodged in time and immediately started running for his life. But where could he run? The cage door had been shut behind him. His only option was to keep running in circles, desperately trying to evade the beast. Several times, Sierra saw the wolfdog nearly sink its teeth into him.

“Sit back and enjoy. This’ll take a while.” At some point, Kason had poured two glasses of red wine. He handed one to Sierra.

Hearing the barely contained thrill in his voice, Sierra’s rage surged. She thought of herself. Back in prison, I had suffered every single day. Wasn’t I just like that man in the cage? Nothing more than a toy for others to discard? Maybe, back then, there had been a glass window above her too. Maybe the wealthy and powerful had watched her struggle for survival, just like this. To them, we were nothing more than playthings for their amusement.

She let out a cold laugh and looked straight at Kason. “You think I’d enjoy this?”

“You don’t?” Kason seemed genuinely surprised, as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He had sensed the bloodlust in Sierra—he had assumed she’d be into this. Disappointment flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Sierra spoke again.

“This? There’s nothing exciting about it. It’s boring. Get rid of it.”

Kason’s eyes lit up. He knew it—Sierra was just like him. What surprised him was how similar their tastes were. Laughing, he said, “I didn’t know what you’d be into, so I kept it light tonight. Next time, I’ll take you somewhere even more thrilling. But trust me, this is still a good show—just watch.”

The moment he finished speaking, Sierra saw the wolfdog lunge, slamming the man to the ground before tearing into him with vicious bites. The glass wasn’t soundproof—every agonized scream echoed through the room. Sierra’s eyelids twitched slightly, but her voice remained cold. “Not worried someone might end up dead?”

Kason chuckled, completely unfazed. “Nah, they know what they’re doing. No one dies here—it’s just for entertainment.”