Hero’s phone rang again, stopping what everyone was doing.
“For fuck’s sake,” Harper snapped without looking up. “Who keeps calling? I’m about to shove it down your throat.”
“It’s important,” Hero muttered, stepping away to answer. “And none of your business.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, voice sharp enough to cut the tape herself.
While they bickered, Aiden was leaning on the wall across from me, one boot braced behind him, arms crossed, eyes on me.
Rook tossed me a knife to give Aiden. His fingers brushed mine as he took the handle. It wasn’t an accident. It’s not like it was slow, only a fast brush, but it was enough to set every nerve I had on fire before I stepped back.
The guy in the chair squirmed as Aiden stepped closer. Hero and Harper were to his left, Harper creeping over his shoulder to read whatever he was looking at on his phone.
“Oh ew,” Harper said. “Please tell me that is not you flirting?”
“I believe the correct term is sexting,” he said.
“I’m going to hunt you down and kill you if you don’t send me the money you owe,” she read off.
“All right, enough foreplay from you two,” Rook said, stepping in front of the guy. His voice was calm, which meant trouble. “I’m hungry and want this done with.” He crouched down in front of the guy in the chair, Aiden still standing to his right. “You’re going to tell us about the Order, and you’re going to do it fast, because my patience is thin and we are already on edge.”
Mason stepped up to my side, bringing his lips down to my ear.
“Interesting how Aiden won’t stop looking at you,” he said.
My eyes darted to Aiden, his back to us now.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Mason grinned. “Play a game?” he asked.
It was something Mason always did to rope people into things. He wouldplay a game—it was basically his version of truth or dare—but usually the game got us into trouble as Mason stood off to the side laughing.
“It’s alet’s see how extreme Aiden will go with the torture for youtype of game.”
“You already know Aiden would go as far as he needs to for me.”
“Would he? We should probably test that.”
A large smile spread across his face and mine ended up mirroring it.
“Fine, I’ll play the game,” I said, stepping up next to Aiden. I stayed confident as my eyes strayed to the guy in the chair. “What is the Order exactly?” I asked.
Rook’s eyebrows jumped and he stood, stepping out of the way.
The man didn’t say a word, so I leaned into Aiden.
“Did you want to start small or get right to it?” I asked.
“Whatever you prefer, little Psycho.”
The man’s head cocked at the nickname.
“Start with the hands,” I said, handing him a small torch they had on a nearby toolbox.
“Oh!” Hero yelled out. I turned back to see him sitting on the couch, Harper on the opposite end. “That’s a great choice,” he said.
Aiden did as I asked, pulling the torch up to the back of the man’s hand and turning it on. He screamed and I asked again.
