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“I’m just wondering where my brother went. I’ve never seen you like this over a woman. Usually, it’s me who has heart eyes.” I can see his smart-ass smirk out of the corner of my eyes as we ride down to the parking garage.
“Yeah, well, she’s not just any woman, is she?” Mac takes a deep breath next to me. It’s not one of frustration or annoyance but one of deep understanding.
“No, brother. No, she is not.”
Once we reach the parking garage, I grab one of the keys off the rack and climb into my black Lamborghini Urus. “Let’s deal with these assholes so we can get back to our girl.”
Mac settles into the passenger seat as I let the car roar to life. “Well, aren’t you the cutest?”
“Shut the fuck up, Cormac.” I hear him laughing in my ear as I peel out onto the city streets.
* * *
We’ve been in this damn warehouse for over four fucking hours. None of these assholes will tell me what I want to know, and my patience is wearing thin. Two of them can’t talk anymore as they lie in bloody heaps on the ground. Mac killed the first guy within the first fifteen minutes of our arrival. He beat him to a bloody pulp with his bare hands. The guy doesn’t even have a face anymore, and Mac is covered in blood from head to toe. When it became clear that the two left weren’t going to talk easily, I took the other one out. Choosing a far cleaner option than my little brother, but effective nonetheless. A bullet between the eyes did the trick.
I knew this third asshole would be hard to crack, but I didn’t think it would take this goddamn long. The guy still hasn’t said a word I care to hear. The only thing that has slipped past his lips are his insults and pleas to God.
There is no God here, not in this world.
I’m becoming more agitated the longer we’re here and away from Harper and Finn. The calming effect she had on me hours ago is long gone. Mac steps away from the man chained to the ceiling as I admire his handiwork. The guy, whose name we now know is Max, looks like he’s seen better days. He’s hanging from the ceiling, naked, covered in his blood and piss.
Yeah, one was pretty funny. I always love it when they’re so terrified that they piss themselves. They might not speak, but it still shows me what I want to know. They fear us. Max did it right after we shot his little friend in the head. Mac has left no inch of him untouched. He’s now missing most of his fingernails and a few of his toes. He has stab wounds covering his body, nowhere where he’ll bleed out, of course, that would be too easy. Mac ripped one of his ears clean off, which is always a fun party trick to watch, and I’d be willing to bet he has over 20 broken bones from Mac’s fists.
The dude’s a fucking mess, and I haven’t even touched him yet.
I know I’m not as skilled as Finn is in reading people, but even I can tell Max knows something. He’s not just a hired hand. If he were, he would have told us that by now in hopes we’d let him go, but he’s given us nothing. Rolling up the sleeves of my white dress shirt, I make my way over towards Max. “You’re gonna wish you would have talked up now, Maxy boy,” Mac snickers behind me.
I step in front of Max, fear in his eyes. Not good enough. He won’t give me what I need until he’s given up. I don’t know enough about him to threaten the ones he loves or destroy his life, but I do know one thing: I can take away the thing every man loves. I grip him by the jaw and force him to look me in the eyes. “Still don’t have anything to tell me? Who’s your boss? Who is telling you to steal our shipments? Just tell me, Max, and I can put an end to all of this right now.”
“Fuck. You.” he spits.
I let out a dramatic sigh. “Uh, uh, uh. Wrong answer Max.” Letting go of his face I give him a light tap on the cheek before holding my hand over my head. Mac places his knife in my hand without me needing to say a word. In a split second, I grab Max’s pathetic excuse for a dick in my hand and hold the knife to it with the other. I laugh at the fact that my knife is bigger than his dick.
“Tell me what I need to know, Max,” I seethe, “And before you respond, just know that if the next words out of your mouth aren’t what I want to hear, I will cut your dick off without a second thought.” He looks at me, then down at his dick, my knife pressing against it just hard enough to draw a droplet of blood, and back up at me again. It’s then I see it. Hopelessness. I’ve got him. I watch a tear roll down his cheek, and with a resigned sigh, he opens his mouth to speak.
“I was just supposed to fuck with your shipments, man. Me and my guys were just hired to steal your shit. They told us when and where. We stole the goods, delivered them to a dropoff point, and left. That’s it.”
“Where’s the dropoff?”
“It was different every time. They would come and pick it up after we left and take it somewhere else.”
“Who is they?” Mac snaps behind me.
“I don’t know. I only ever talked to the boss on the phone.”
I press the blade down a bit harder, and Max begins to shake in my hold. “You’re not lying to me now, are you Maxy?”
“No! No, man. I’m not lying! I swear! I’ve never met her in person or even seen what she looks like. I have no idea who she is! Please!”
He’s full-on sobbing now, snot and tears mixing with the blood covering his face. Wait.
“She?”
“Yeah, man. It’s some woman. She sounded older, though, and it was hard to understand her sometimes with her accent.”
Fuck. Suddenly it feels like there’s a boulder sitting in my stomach. I’m almost afraid to ask my next question. “What kind of accent was it, Max?”
“It… it sounded like yours,” he looks between Mac and me, “but a lot thicker.”
