Pretending to smoke one of those disgusting things, I passed him on the sidewalk. He abandoned his post immediately, asking if I could spare one. I told him I had plenty, but left them in the van parked on the next block.
He followed me without question. I’ve always preferred it when my prey comes willingly.
Now he was bound in the workshop, ready to spill blood and secrets.
Before I left the safe house though, I checked on Lena. She was fast asleep, curled into a ball. Knox sat on the floor nearby, back against the wall, watching her. There was a worn indent in the floorboards where his ass had taken a permanent residence.
Dr. Hampton said we didn’t need to stay with the omega while she slept.
Knox did anyway.
She would only fall asleep inhispresence, never mine. With Knox watching, she had gradually learned to let her guard down. Around me, she stayed too alert, too tightly wound to rest.
So, I used the time she was asleep to let off some steam.
My brother didn't needthisthe way I did. He didn't get the same rush and release from torture. To him, it was an unfortunate reality of our job. To me, it was a bonus.
A smell drew me from my thoughts. The sizzle of flesh and a short yelp accompanied the charred scent. I lit the cigarette again, holding it in front of the lookout's lips.
"Want a drag?" I asked.
He shook his head, groaning, "Fuck no, man!"
His flesh was stuck to the cherry, crisping up like bacon.
"Suit yourself," I said, putting it out on his thigh this time.
"Please! I don't know anything! I'm a fucking lookout, not even ranked! Why take me? Marco doesn't tell us shit!"
I tutted, shaking my head at him. "That doesn't mean you don't see things. You're quite observant based on what I've been told. The others keep their heads down, their mouths shut." My smile widened cold and deadly. "Not you, though."
I lit another cigarette. "This one can go in your mouth, so you can finally have a nice, relaxing drag, or out on your thigh again. Start talking."
"Fine! I'll tell you anything!" he pleaded.
I held the fresh cigarette to his lips, which he accepted, inhaling deeply. His blood and sweat soaked body slouched as nicotine wove through him.
"Talk!" I barked.
"I saw something last week! Fuck! If Marco finds out I said anything, he'll kill me."
"What. Did. You. See?" I asked in a clipped tone.
"A woman. Blindfolded. Pretty. Long blonde hair. Tiny. They brought her into one of the properties on my block ,quickly.I only saw her for like a second when she got out of the fucking SUV!"
An omega.Had to be if they transported her like that.
"Which house?"
He took another drag, hesitant to respond.
I stood, walking over to the laptop resting on my toolbench. I pressed a few buttons and then turned it so he could see. As he looked at himself on the screen, the speaker blasted, "-a girl, blindfolded. Pretty. Long blonde hair——"
Color drained from his face. He knew how fucked he was. That recording was all Marco would need to put a bullet in his skull.
"You're mine now. I own you." I snapped the laptop shut. "When I say jump, you say 'how high?' When I say, bleed, you cut your fucking arm open. And when I say talk, you better fucking talk!"
"Shit! Okay.Okay!The yellow split-family. The one across from the laundromat."
