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“What the fuck do you want?” I ask, again pulling at the cuffs.
If I could get free, I don’t know if I’d make it out of here alive since there’s three of the fuckers. But I’d fight so fucking hard, never giving up. I’d give them everything I’ve got until my last breath.
“Why were you scoping out Trinity?” Theon questions, falling in beside Ace. The light shines off his scar, making him look even more terrifying with the menacing scowl he’s giving me.
“I wasn’t.” I tell the truth. I wasn’t there for the club, I was there for Novak.
They must have something to hide since that’s the conclusion they’re jumping to and they’re taking such drastic measures to keep me from finding out.
“Are you sure?” Blais finally speaks, staring me right in the eyes. His dark, intense stare hitches my breath.
“Yes.”
I can tell they don’t believe me, but I’m not sure they’d believe anything I said.
“Hmm… What’s your deal with Ross Novak?” Ace takes over again.
“Who?” I ask, even though it’s obvious I know who they’re talking about. I fucking started a conversation with them about him at the club. My attempt to feign ignorance won’t work here.
“Playing dumb doesn’t look good on you, temptress,” Ace purrs, placing the knife to my throat. “Tell us what the FBI wants with him.”
“No.” My answer is simple. It’s going to take a lot more than a slap and a threat to make me blow the operation. Take my fucking hand. Make me bleed. I don’t give a shit. I’m not going down so easily.
I don’t know who these men are. There’s no way in hell I’m telling them what I have on Novak and what I’m looking for.
Ace moves, his face so close to mine his scotch-laced breath warms my lips. My body doesn’t comprehend the danger we’re in, reacting without my permission. A shudder runs down my spine as a small twinge of heat fills my core.
Fucking traitor!
“This is your last chance to tell us,” Ace whispers, his lips lightly rubbing against mine. My body might be reacting to him, but I won’t let it control me. I won’t give them anything. “No,” I growl, spitting in his face. He takes a step back, removing the blade from my neck. Snarling, he wipes my saliva off his cheek with the back of his hand. That’s what you get for slapping me, asshole.
“Blais,” he barks. “Do your thing and don’t hold back.” He turns, handing Blais’ knife back to him.
Blais stalks toward me, the blade of the knife pointing in my direction. His brown eyes drill a hole into mine, a darkness in them that I’ve never seen before. I thought he was the nice one of the three, but the fire in his eyes tells me I might be wrong. He might just be the most dangerous of all of them.
The cold metal hits my neck as he pushes it hard into my skin. His tongue peeks out, running over his bottom lip, and a flash of his tongue ring catches my attention. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you would just talk,” he whispers softly as if to keep the others from hearing.
I don’t know if this is a tactic he’s using or if he’s really trying to help me, but I can’t trust anyone but myself, so I keep quiet.
An evil smile etches his lips as he pushes the knife deeper into my neck. My pulse speeds, anticipating the pain that's about to come with it, but it never does. A sigh of relief escapes me when I realize he must have the dull side against my skin.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I breathe out.
He smirks. “A lot, darling.”
Sliding the knife down my neck to my cleavage, his movements are slow and controlled until he grabs the top of my dress and quickly slices it right down the middle. My dress falls open, leaving me in my red lace bra and matching panties. My gasp echoes off the concrete walls, the air hitting my exposed skin at the same time a stinging sensation spreads across my stomach and a warmth slides down it. I look down, finding that Blais’ knife cut me right above my belly button.
“Oops,” he taunts. “My bad.” His voice is so neutral I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, so I look up. The smirk on his face tells me the cut wasn’t accidental.
I can’t determine what the real side of Blais is. One second he’s acting like he doesn’t want any part of this, trying to help me, but the next he seems like he’s enjoying what he’s doing to me.
His eyes fall to my stomach, flaring with fire. “So beautiful,” he whispers, adjusting himself in his jeans. “As much as I want to make you bloody, I can’t start with my best work, darling,” he says, taking something from Theon. I hadn’t even noticed that Theon moved to grab something.
My eyes catch on his tattooed fingers wrapped around the black handle. Before I can see exactly what he’s holding, his arm rears back, and a vicious sting erupts across my bare thighs.
I cry out, but quickly clamp my mouth shut. I won’t give them the satisfaction of getting pleasure from my cries.
He moves closer to me, his hands caressing the leather whip he just hit me with.
