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"He broke my nose," Buddy complained.
"Did he? Good, it looks great with your head wound."
I glanced around the room in search of the chains Maliki was speaking of, spotting them in a box beneath an old tool bench covered in various items that gave light as to why they called this room the OR.
Going over and peering down at them, I saw they were rusted and showed obvious signs of having been used many times before. I lifted them out, feeling grit against my palms.
Without needing instruction, I worked around the two massive, beautiful men who held Buddy still so I could swaddle him.
When I was all done, ensuring there was no way he could escape or break free, I took a small step back, catching Maliki's cold stare resting solely on me.
What the hell? Was he really that pissed?
The acceleration of my pulse and the feeling of him seeing right through me had my gaze flitting away after a few seconds. Brows furrowed as I noticed the way Zane was looking at Addy.
She stood by the door, still, staring back at him with the same amount of animosity he was directing at her. I was confused, and not the only one. Trix and Greer stood by, looking as lost as I felt.
"You remember what I told you?" Zane asked, speaking to Maliki but still staring at my cousin.
"Yeah, I got it. Do whatever you need to do. I'll find you when it’s done," he replied.
Zane stepped away from Buddy and slowly made his way towards the door where Addy was standing. She released a humorless laugh and placed her hands on her hips.
"You seriously want to have this discussion right now?"
"No time like the present."
"And if I don't want to?" she tested.
"Princess, I can get extremely creative." He grabbed her one of her hands and flung open the door, pulling her out into the hall and muttering, "It's time to sort your shit."
I was still staring after their retreating forms when Maliki spoke up.
"You two watch the door and make sure we're not interrupted."
Before I could ask who he was talking to, Trix and Greer silently exited the room, pulling the door closed behind them. Now alone, I glanced down at the man who had been all but forgotten, sitting in a state of silence, blood dripping down over his lips from his crooked nose.
"You're not going to talk, are you?"
"He will, with a bit of persuasion," Maliki said, stalking over to the tool bench.
I watched him with more than a little curiosity.
He grabbed three things I couldn't see until he turned around. When he did, I made a quick mental note of all he had, which was what looked like a dental tool, an odd looking set of pliers, and a glass jar.
"Hold his head," he demanded in a tone that was all about business.
I stepped behind Buddy's chair and placed my hands on either side of his sweaty face, applying pressure to keep him still.
"When someone is interrogated for answers, most people doing the interrogating start with little shit and work their way up. They like making the pain build, slowly instilling fear." He sat every tool but one on the floor near the chair. "I don't do slow."
Positioning himself on the other side of Buddy, he placed what I'd confused as a dental instrument at the back of Buddy's ear. "We don't need to waste any time with sentimental bullshit, do we? You didn't seem that surprised to see me. You knew I was coming. Tell me what you did with the redhead and the man who was with her."
Buddy swallowed audibly, keeping his stare aimed at the door.
"If that's how you wanna play it." Maliki laughed dark and low. Brown eyes found mine and held. "You know what I love most about torture, babygirl?"
I gave a small shake of my head.
