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CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Confession
GRIM
“You’re so fucking dead!” Beast exclaims, pressing the butt of the gun against Malakai’s forehead.
“Wait!” I demand, resting my hand on Beast’s forearm, my fucking heart beating out of my chest. I feel like a fool. How did I miss this? He came up clean. “I have questions, a lot of them. And he needs to be alive to answer them.”
“And you’ll get your answers. This is going to be so much fucking fun,” Beast exclaims. “I’m going to enjoy getting Jack Sparrow to sing like a fucking canary.”
“Jack Sparrow?” Malakai questions, looking about as tense as a cat warming in the sun. “Oh the boat. I get it.”
“Shut the fuck up and listen,” Beast continues. “I’m going to take you on a little trip into my basement, and you,my friend, are going to tell us every-fucking-thing whether you want to or not.”
“No need for threats,” Malakai says. “I’ll tell you what you need to know.”
“What?” Beast asks, frowning. “You’re gonna rat on your boss?”
“I have no loyalties to him. Never have.”
Beast drops his gun and steps back, narrowing his eyes at Malakai. “Words of a desperate man, right there.”
Malakai shakes his head. “No, words of atruthfulman. I don’t owe my loyalty to the King.”
“So what’s the catch?” I ask, because no one betrays the King and gets away with it. I’m assuming this is all part of some bigger plan, one in which I get fucked over.
“No catch. The King and I are… How can I put this?Old adversaries. He thinks he owns me. I know he doesn’t.”
“If you’re adversaries, why the fuck are you working for him then?” Beast points out.
“How we know each other is irrelevant.”
“Not to us it isn’t. Start talking,” I warn.
“Or what? You’ll kill me? If you haven’t already worked it out, I don’t fucking care whether I live or die. There isn’t anything left in this world I care about apart from my boat, and inanimate objects don’t really count. So you could shoot me now and I wouldn’t try to stop you.”
Beast snorts. “How does torture sound? Many men before you have said similar things but as soon as I start pulling out their toenails things change rapidly.”
“Maybe so, but not me,” he replies, looking Beast dead in the eye, and call it a sixth sense, gut instinct or maybe even a little bit of Christy rubbing off on me, but I believe him. He’ll tell us what he wants us to know and take the rest to his grave.
“Let’s go then,” Beast says, jerking his gun, indicating for Malakai to get to his feet.
“No, it won’t work,” I say, not quite believing the words coming out of my mouth, but saying them anyway.
“What?” Beast frowns, staring at me like I’ve grown another head.
“He means what he says.”
“And I’m very good at what I do. Youknowthis,” Beast reminds me. “I’ll get him to talk.”
Malakai looks between us. “I’ll tell you everything you want to knowexcepthow I’m connected to the King. Take it or leave it, but if you leave it, I won’t tell you a damn thing and I’ll die before you get anything out of me.”
Beast narrows his eyes at Malakai and leans in close. “You really don’t fear pain or death, do you?”
“What gave me away?” Malakai asks with a soft laugh that’s laced with sadness. It’s disconcerting, and I can tell Beast is thrown by it as much as I am.
“I suppose you do fight like a man who has nothing to lose,” Beast concedes.
