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I unbuttoned the fly of his jeans to send mixed messages. “I do know a lot, but I have a few things I need to clarify, like which one of Ricketts’ properties the victims are being kept in.”
“I don’t know,” he said.
I ground my ass into his pelvis. Despite his fear, he still twitched beneath me. Fear and lust were two very powerful emotions to push past, and as they battled for control, he’d slip eventually.
I made an annoying buzzer sound. “I’m sorry, wrong answer. You get one more try before I start breaking your fingers.” I rubbed the barrel of the gun along his neck, as if it were an extension of my hand.
“I’ve never been there! I’ve only been to the drop-off point. That’s as far as I’m allowed to go,” he said.So not a true Reaper then.
“And refresh my memory of the location,” I demanded coolly as I dragged the muzzle across his forehead.
He shook his head back and forth, trying to get rid of the cold metal. I bounced it across his face. Not hard, but I was sure it wasn’t pleasant either. “Potter’s Cay Docks,” he said in a rush.
“Isn’t there a police station right there?” I questioned.
He tried to buck against me, which only ground himself into me more. He shuddered in response. “Yeah, but the police don’t care. The Reapers are in their pockets,” he nearly shouted.
“I already knew that.” I tsked as if to sound disappointed. “Tell me, why are they so blatant about it?” I pressed. He flexed underneath me again, and because I was just a little fucked-up in the head, I enjoyed it. I was in control, so I didn’t have fear to suppress my reaction to being on top of a hard body.
“The drops happen in the middle of the night, in the cover of darkness, transferring from one boat to another.”
“What’s the name of their boat?” I asked.
“The S.S.Scythe.”
I nearly snorted at the name. “How original.
“When’s the next drop?” I asked. I dragged the cold barrel of the gun down the front of his body and ran it along the waistband to his boxers. He swallowed hard. He flexed again, and I could see just how confused he was by his response to me. I could almost guarantee he wouldn’t talk about this type of interrogation. I could only imagine how embarrassed he’d be to say he was bested by a woman, and then she sexually confused him.
“You were…were supposed to be it. Tonight.”
My eyes flashed; I saw it in the mirror that was hanging above the headboard. “Sorry to ruin those plans.” I wasn’t really. Instead, I’d be crashing the party.
I shimmied down his body and reached for his thighs. I searched his pockets and found his phone. He tried to tug against his ropes, but I was a good girl scout—my knots were secure. My body weight on his groin kept him from moving his lower body much and kept him hard as a rock.
“Good luck breaking out of those. They are some new-level kinky ropes,” I said as I opened his messaging app. Hatred flashed in his eyes, and a creepy grin spread across his lips.
“How about you reward me for what I’ve shared?” His eyes zeroed in on my breasts, which looked really nice in the silky night camisole I was wearing under the robe.
“Or, how about this…I could just let you live. I’ll even throw in a bonus. I’ll let you keep your disgusting penis if you shut your fucking trap,” I countered.
I found the message thread I was looking for. The contact didn’t have a name, only a skull emoji.Again, how original.
There was one text from the skull person.Got her, drop off tonight.
The reply was simply:2.
“Well, it looks like I’ve got a party to attend, don’t I?”
“You’re going to go anyway?” His eyes widened in shock and maybe a small dose of fear.
“Of course. I’m going to follow those fucks and I’m going to bring the whole operation down on their heads.” I was amazed at my ability to deliver the words with a cool confidence that I didn’t quite feel. There was a lot that could go wrong. I was so far off my own mission, but truth be told, I was stuck on how to progress it further. To get to the bottom of the FBI involvement, I needed to end the ring and needed to catch all the players involved in the act.
“And how is one girl going to do that?” He was doing his best to sound tough and vengeful. I saw what he couldn’t fully hide, fear and respect. All of that was wrapped into a perverted little package.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I ask the questions here,” I said. I slapped his face hard. He shut up as the muzzle of the gun was forced into his mouth.
“My last question. What the fuck do I do with you?”
