He spits on the floor, disgust heavy in the sound. “And get ready. Something’s wrong. There is never just one Vulture. There’s always a whole wake of them. Check security again.”
“Should we relocate now,jefe?” a stocky man in black asks.
Sombra’s gaze shifts, finally catching my movement.
“Sí. Tell Grace to be ready. We leave in fifteen.” A slow, devious smile curls his lips. “That should be enough time to have a chat with our guest, now that he’s awake.”
The stocky man nods once and leaves without another word.
The remaining guard tightens his grip on the AR15. Cracks his neck.
Sombra steps closer. His brown eyes are cold, lips pressed thin. I hold my breath, waiting. For a man who played such a big part in my destruction, he looks small right now.
“I hope you’re not uncomfortable,” he says calmly. “I hear the Iron Vultures also like to strip their prisoners naked sometimes. I’m sure it must be a little weird experiencing it from the other side.”
Fucking Grizz. Lying rat. He spilled our shit to this fucker.
He waits for me to speak, but I don’t. I let him believe he’s in control.
He sighs, annoyed, and switches tactics.
“Adoración…” he murmurs. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Just like hermamá.”
“Her name’s Adora,” I rasp, the words stinging my dry throat.
He waves it off, but I see the gleam of triumph in his eyes. He thinks he has something.
“A mistake Reggie made on the papers when she was born.” He tilts his head, sucking his teeth. Loud, irritated. “It’s no coincidence she was seen with your club. And now you’re here.” His eyes narrow. “No coincidence you killed fifteen of my men.”
“Nineteen,” I correct him, and grin.
The punch to my ribs doesn’t come out of nowhere. I was expecting it. Still, it rips all the air from my lungs, my body jerking violently as the cuffs bite hard into my flesh.
Next comes the punch to my jaw. Another follows. Then another.
Clearly, I pissed him off. The thought makes me chuckle through the blood coating my teeth.
“You think this is funny,hijo de puta?”he snarls, driving another blow into my ribs. “You’re the same stupid biker kid who was fucking her years ago, aren’t you? The one who thought he could investigate me?”
He grabs my jaw, fingers digging into my skin.
“I showed you mercy then,” he sneers, shoving my face aside and stepping back, letting me swing from the hook. “But you won’t see mercy from me again,pendejo.”
He inhales deeply and straightens the cuffs of his shirt.
I could kill this fucker right now. He has no idea.
Fuck. Patience. I need patience. Follow the plan.
“Now tell me,” he says slowly. “Where are the other–”
The door slams open before he can finish.
“Jefe, everyone is ready. You need to leave. Now. One of the outside alarms was tripped,” the stocky man from before blurts, breathless and wide-eyed.
Right on time.
“Was it an animal?” Sombra asks, glaring at the man.
