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“Fuck that fucking bastard.” I spin around and punch the code into the panel next to the thick steel door sealing this part of the basement from the rest of the house. I’m not thinking straight, my mind tunneling in on one relentless compulsion—murder.
Sade grabs my arm. “You can’t do this. You’ll jeopardize the whole mission.”
“I need you to have my back on this, Sade,” I hiss, holding his stare with all the fire in mine. I jerk my chin toward Grime, who has stopped pummeling the prisoner, his fists coated with blood. “Crack that nut open, and Sade will deal with the rest this time.”
Grime frowns. “With all due respect, boss, we need your expertise. These are seasoned cartel fighters. They’re trained to withstand torture. They’re also probably more afraid of leaving this place alive and falling back into the hands of their employers than leaving here in body bags.” He pauses for a beat, and I understand what he needs.
“You have black level authorization.” I look down at the man whose face is already barely recognizable. “You better start singing, or my man here will start spilling your guts while keeping you alive, and that’s not even the worst news.” Malice fills my tone at the next words. “The worst news is that he’s still in training, and you’re his exam.”
I yank the door open, but Sade steps in front of me.
“What are you going to do?”
Madness floods my veins. “I’m gonna shed some blood.”
CHAPTER X
Eva
The larger of the brothers positions himself at an angle so that it looks like he’s about to put his dick inside my mouth. But what he does is retrieve a round device from the inside padding of his belt. Hiding it there is probably how he got it past the scanners. Now it’s going to leave the mansion in my mouth.
“From here,” he begins in a voice so sinister that no one would want to hear it late at night in a dark street, “you go straight outside to the black Rolls Royce parked nose first in the driveway. It’s the one with the black band pulled over its plates, parked like it owns the whole fucking place. You pretend to be sick, lean on it, bend down from your waist and plant the device right above the tire.” He grins down at me, his eyebrows dipping into a mean expression. The expression of a man ready to cause pain just for sport. Dread creeps up my spine. “If that car doesn’t explode within twenty minutes after it’s left the driveway, the place where Romano is keeping your sister Goldie will blow up.”
The Elders. The black-banded car is the one the Elders rode in. Within seconds, things snap into place in my head.
If he’s doing this, Romano must be right under the Elders in the Kings’ hierarchy. With the Elders out of the way, he would remain in charge of the whole circle of Heathen Kings. As soon as that car explodes, he’ll turn this place into a bloodbath, making it look like an attack by the Morningstars to the other circles in the country, and the security cameras will prove that he had nothing to do with the bomb. Of course, his stepsons would conveniently die in the attack as well.
The Morninstars must have their reasons why they’re taking the heat, maybe some gruesome plans of their own are in play, if what Micah told me about the mercenary scouts is any indication. I shiver like the temperature just dropped to Arctic levels. I need to get a fucking grip, but knowing they’re planning to blow up Goldie’s establishment isn’t fucking helping. Rage and fear threaten to paralyze me, and paralyzed is the last thing I can afford to be.
“Tick-tock, girl,” Rufus says in that mean voice, adding to the horror. Closing my mouth with the device in it, I start to get up to my feet, but he stops me by grabbing my chin between his fingers.
“On second thought,” he says to his brother. “Romano chose a pretty one. You think he meant for us to have some fun with her before we sent her to do the job?”
I grip my skirt in my fists. I’m still on my knees, but my shoulders snap back, and my spine stiffens. Micah was right. This is my body’s defense mechanism, but it seems to spur the big guy on even more. He gives me a nasty grin.
“Ah, she’s a feisty one. She’d put up a fight under normal circumstances.” He runs his thumb over the seam of my lips, and I tighten them at his touch, the round, flat device sticking to the side of my cheek. It’s small enough that I could speak without it being detected, but definitely not suck dick. “Since your mouth is already occupied, we can’t spitroast you, but we can bend you over that armchair over there and take turns fucking you.”
