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“Where are the others?” I ask, pointing the gun straight at Mitch’s face.
His lips curve up in an arrogant half-smile. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. We found you by the side of the road and were returning you to the reservation.”
What the fuck is he saying? No one will believe that crock of shit story.
“I’m an upstanding member of the community. I help out in any way I can, everyone knows this,” he adds. “You’re a bunch of lawless killers. Who will they believe?”
“They’ll believe the truth,” I say.
I have no doubt Tina and I would never have reached freedom again. Best case, they would’ve sold us off as whores, worst case, our bodies would’ve been found floating in the river or buried in a shallow grave.
I feel a man walk up beside me and a moment later, Scar wraps his arm around my shoulders and gives me a quick squeeze, before glaring at the two me, who only have eyes for him now. Fear-filled eyes.
“You wanna kill them or question them?” he asks in a harsh voice.
The mangled, scarred side of his face looks even more frightening in the harsh shadows cast by the headlights. And his reputation for being a ruthless torturer for Devil’s Nightmare MC is legendary. His scarred face was the last thing many men saw before dying a slow and painful death. I know him as one of my father’s most trusted men who always had time to speak to me.
“I think they’re behind the disappearances of all the women and girls that went missing from the reservation over the years,” I say. “So yeah, they have to be questioned.”
A knife appears in Scar’s hand, shinning a deep gold in the headlights. A moment later, a high-pitched scream of pain rents the nearly silent night. Scar cut open Mitch’s cheek with one deft, well-practiced slash. He’s clutching at it now, blood bubbling from between his fingers.
“Next, I take his eye,” Scar says pointing at the other with the knife. “We’re gonna make this quick, so I suggest you answer her questions fast as you can.”
Mitch spits on ground in answer, but the other one whimpers.
“I don’t want to die,” he says in a shaky voice.
There’s no chance of that not happening.
Cross comes up behind me, stopping between me and Scar. “What’s going on?”
“For years women have been going missing from the reservation, and these creeps are behind it,” I explain. “I want them to tell us what happened to all those women and where they are buried.”
“And they will tell us,” Scar says menacingly.
“Yes, they will,” Cross says. “Take them into that abandoned house and do what you must to get the answers.”
He turns to me. “I want Doc to look you over now and then I want to take you somewhere safe. This is no place for you.”
“I want to hear what they have to say,” I counter.
“And you will,” he says and places his arm around my shoulders.
Eagle is standing behind me too, just a step or two away from Cross, and I pretty much read the same thing in his eyes that my dad just said.
“Fine, let’s go and take Tina back to the reservation,” I say. “And we can tell them that we know who’s been terrorizing them all these years.”
“They’ll never believe you,” Mitch snaps, but I’m done talking to him.
“They will, I’ll make sure of it,” Tina says, suddenly appearing beside me. A white bandage is wrapped around her forehead and one of her forearms. Clearly they attacked her with the boards too.
“Let’s go,” I say. “It’s a long way back to the reservation.”
Cross leads the way back to the road, where he tries to persuade me it might be better to wait until the morning before going to the reservation, but I’ll have none of it.
“Eagle and I have to clear our name, if nothing else,” I say. “And those people, they’ve been waiting for answers long enough.”
“So it’s Eagle and I now, is it?” he asks, looking from me to him and back. It’s impossible to read what he thinks of that in his face.
