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"But you have been selling them?" I ask, slicing his skin.
"Yes! The teenagers, mainly as bodyguards for the rich. Trained right they obey, most are looked after"
"Mainly, so not all?" I ask slicing all the way around, a nice clean cut, he screams before panting. His skin slowly healing.
"Not all. We aren't sure of their intentions, but we don't care as long as they pay. Danika came up with the idea when we started running out of funds,” he says. His words anger me, my first mate would sell off kids.
"What do you know of Danika?”
"I know you fucking killed my wife! I loved her and you fucking killed her! Your own mate, you sick bastard!" he screams.
"I do have regrets about Danika…. I regret I didn't kill her slower,” I tell him, slicing a fresh circle around the base.
"I think this would be more suitable." Drake says, handing me the blowtorch. He clicks the trigger, blue flame coming out the end. I hand him the knife while taking the blowtorch.
Tim's eyes on the flame. "Everyone breaks, you won't be any different,” I tell him.
Chapter 74
Reika
Waking I stretched, rolling over to find Ryker's side of the bed empty, his spot cold like he hadn't been in bed for awhile. I could feel his anger through the bond making me wonder what upset him.
Climbing out of bed, I tossed the blankets off and was about to walk out the door when I remembered I had no pants on. Ryker is constantly drumming in my head about clothes. Though I didn't see the point in them but just to keep him happy, I walk into the walk-in and grab some pants. The tight fabric I was slowly getting used to but the buttons on them were a real bitch.
"Don't zip yourself again,” Amanda says as I try to zip the stupid thing up. I didn't have a good experience with zips. I zipped a piece of me that doesn't belong in a zipper, yet the underwear rode up my butt making the pants even more uncomfortable, so I wasn’t putting those on.
I manage to get the zip up and the first button done, but the second and third just wouldn't do up. I grab one of my shirts, not bothering with a bra. That thing was too complicated for my brain and without Ryker I stood no chance of getting it on comfortably. Like who the hell came up with the idea of a bra? Ridiculous bloody thing, making my breasts all sweaty and my nipples itching. Stupid invention! Do women not realize their tits are attached to them, they aren’t going to just fall off them.
Walking out, I see Tate carrying a passed out Tyson up the stairs.
"Is he alright?" I ask rushing over, both of them saturated in blood and both butt naked. Tate looks at me, before rushing into Tyson and Ace's room, placing Tyson in the bed. He then grabs one of their shirts covering himself, though I don't know why. I have seen his dick before, not as impressive as Ryker's, but not something to be ashamed about.
"What happened?" I ask, looking at Tyson.
"Nothing Luna. Go back to whatever you were doing"
"I was looking for Ryker. Have you seen him? Why are you both covered in blood?".
He ignores my question about the blood. "Ryker is busy, he will see you soon,” he says, making me eye him suspiciously.
"Reika, your pants are undone and your shirt is on back to front,” Ace says, making me look down.
"No it's not. And I can't do the buttons" I say looking at my black shirt.
"Yes it is, the picture should be at the front,” Ace says, standing up and walking over to me. I didn't even see a picture on it.
"Pull your arms in,” Ace says and I do and he spins the shirt around and I push my arms through the holes again.
"See?” Ace says, pointing to the picture on the front with writing.
"What's it say?" I ask him.
"Just a brand logo,” he says, reaching for my pants. I step back.
"What are you doing?" I ask when I see his hands reach toward my crutch.
"Doing the buttons up. Stand still,” he says before quickly doing them up and dressing me. I look down and huff that he got them through the holes so easily. Looking up I see Tate is gone.
