Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I quickly followed him out the door. I didn’t even need to know where we were going. I trusted my president, and I trusted him as my best friend even more. But what I really wanted was answers, and I wanted to see these fuckers pay for touching my woman—if they were even the same men.
And if they weren’t, then they would serve as a message to whoever touched her.
I would be coming for them.
I leaned against the wall with a cigarette between my lips as I watched the two men Mark and Tango had gotten their hands on slowly come awake. It wasn’t often I smoked—only when I was stressed or needed to keep myself from doing something stupid. And in this case, it was a little bit of both. I was impatient and aggravated as fuck.
Scorpion had given me the order to stand down, to not touch them. Because he wanted answers, and he knew there was a possibility my rage might get out of hand. And if it did, we wouldn’t get a goddamn thing.
“What the fuck?” the one on the left grunted. His hair was blonde and was probably spiky before he put the mask on to break into our clients’ store. He fought against his restraints, gritting his teeth as he snarled at us when he realized there was no slipping out of his binds.
Tango was damn good with rope.
“Fuck,” the other one, a mere boy probably around eighteen or nineteen, wheezed, realization dawning across his face. His fear coated the room. It was so strong, I could almost taste it.
My blood pumped hotly through my veins, and I quickly lit another cigarette to keep myself calm.
“Fuck is right,” Tango mused, amusement shining in his blue eyes. “You look like you’re ready to piss your pants, kid.”
Kid was definitely right. He was too young for this shit. Too young, in my opinion, to prospect for a club, much less be sent out to do dirty work like they’d been doing. How the fuck he got roped into whatever shit he was doing, I’d never know. But if he was lost and looking for a place to belong, it made sense.
Kids at that age were very impressionable.
“Fuck you,” he spat, but it wasn’t as strong as I was sure he wanted it to be. His voice trembled, and his pupils were blown wide with fear, his body trembling in his restraints. His teeth even began to chatter.
He wasn’t cut out for this.
Tango chuckled and kneeled in front of him. “I’ll make you a deal, kid. I’ll make this quick and painless if you just tell me what I want to know.”
“Don’t you say a fucking word,” the older man hissed at the boy.
Mark hummed, twirling his knife between his fingers. “Why not?” he asked, drawing the older man’s attention to him. “Neither of you are getting out alive.” The boy whimpered, but I didn’t remove my eyes from the man Mark was speaking to. “But if you don’t cooperate, I can make it really fucking hurt. I’ll make you cooperate.”
“I’m not telling you a fucking thing,” he hissed. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
The boy next to him squeaked in fear when Tango trailed the tip of his knife up his throat. The end was sharp enough to easily break the skin, and blood trickled from the wound. The boy sobbed, tears already spilling down his cheeks. “You might not, but I’ve got a feeling this sweet boy will, won’t you?” Tango asked, softening his voice, playing with the boy’s emotions. Tango was a manipulator through and through, which was why he was the best when it came to torturing information out of someone. Even Johnston had used him a time or two.
The boy gulped, fear making his pulse rapidly beat at the base of his throat. He would be our link to finding out what we wanted, no doubt about it.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” the older man snarled at the boy, making him flinch.
Mark gripped the man’s hair and yanked his head back. “You open your mouth again, and I’m going to shove my cock so far down your throat, you suffocate, you hear me?” Scorpion snickered beside me. Mark was bisexual. He didn’t flaunt it, but he wasn’t shy about it either. He fucked whatever his flavor of the night happened to be.
“Gay fucker,” the man seethed. “Fucking hate faggots.”
Mark barked out a laugh. “Getting a dick sucked is just getting a dick sucked,” he told him. “Only fuckers not secure in their sexuality would feel a need to call another man a faggot.” He placed his knife in the man’s mouth, the blade gleaming under the harsh lighting. The man paled, his jaw open. “Now, shut the fuck up and don’t say another word, or I’ll shove this through the back of your thick-ass skull. Understand?”