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“This here is my bag of tricks. Want to know what’s inside?” Mordy questioned me. His cheekbones set high on his slender face as he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes as one would if they were truly happy. This was a wicked man without question. If I thought I was in trouble under Stone’s watch, I was one hundred percent doomed with Mordy. His sleek black hair was combed back away from his slender face which pulled all focus onto his piercing blue eyes. He gave off an early two thousands Marilyn Manson vibe. The man was strikingly beautiful in a dark kind of way. Until now I kind of liked Manson’s music, although I didn’t agree with everything the media had reported he had done.
“I can’t say I’ve ever been one for a magic show. In fact, why don’t we skip the whole thing altogether.”
“Now where’s the fun in that, lass?” He unzipped the black duffel bag after dropping it on the floor beside my feet.
“Do you read?”
“Not really. I’m not much of a reader, to be honest.”
“That’s too bad. I was going to read you part of a book I picked up at the Motorcycles, Mobsters, and Mayhem Author Event this year. That Sapphire Knight really knows how to put together a kick ass event.”
“That’s where you went on your vacation?” Stone asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Hell, yeah I did. Figured if my arse had to be in Texas that I may as well get some new reading material while I was there. Anyway, I’m getting distracted. Reggy, is it? Or do you prefer what was it you called her, brother?”
“Bird, but that’s only me.” Stone glared at Mordy with his dark eyes and tension set into his jawline.
“Éan. That’s right. I’m using it, too. Sorry not sorry.” He shrugged, glancing to Stone and then back to me. “Well since you’re not a reader like myself, seems as though skipping onto act two we shall go.”
Mordy grabbed two black leather gloves out of the bag and slipped them onto his hands. “Heh. That sounded like a song. Foo skip to act two. Foo, skip to act two. Foo skip track two skip to act two, Éan,” he sang while pulling countless knives of various sizes and other tools from his bag.
“This here is bloodlust.” His fingers wrapped around the biggest knife I’ve probably ever seen in my life. He put the tip to my wrist and poked it into my skin lightly at first. “Do you want to know why she’s name bloodlust, lass?” His fingers flexed as he pushed them down harder and the blade dented my skin.
“Come now. Be a good littleÉanand tell us what we need. I don’t want to ruffle those pretty feathers of yours,” he purred raking the blade’s edge up my bare arm from my wrist to the strap of my top.
“Ha. Who the hell am I kidding? Of course, I want to hurt you.” He laughed as he leaned closer to my face. “‘It’s what I do, love. The question is, do you want me to hurt you too? Do you crave blood like me?”
My head shook frantically. My throat swelled and tears formed in my eyes. I refused to give him the satisfaction of making me cry. If he was this excited about my blood, tears were bound to excite him as well. The sharpened edge of the knife slipped under the strap and with a flick of Mordy’s wrist the strap tore with ease.
“Please,” I begged in a pitiful voice that I hardly recognized belonged to me. This wasn’t happening. I silently cursed for letting Maryanne choose my clothes. If I had worn anything I liked, the material wouldn’t have torn as quickly.
“Have you suddenly had a change of heart? Remember who the Falbos are yet, love?”
“Please,” I pled with him again, but it wasn’t Mordy my focus was on as I spoke. My gaze didn’t wander from Stone as a single tear traveled down my cheek and Mordy licked it away. My body shivered with repulsion. Fuck this! My hands and feet might be useless, but my mouth wasn’t. My cheeks pinched together tightly as I gathered as much spit on my tongue as possible given the small amount of time I had to react, and I thrust it forward with my tongue. A gob of salvia spewed across Mordy’s nose and some even splatted on his cheeks.
Mordy’s tongue slowly ran across his teeth and his head shook slowly. Shit! Shit! Shit! His elbow bent as he gently inched the knife into my shoulder, and he twisted the edge ever so slightly.
I gritted my teeth to catch the scream welling up my throat and begging to howl out into the air.
“I see you like to play games too, good. We’re going to have fun you and me.” He tugged the blade backward with a chuckle.
Once more I glanced over to Stone. I wanted to screamSave meat him until my throat was on fire from the force, but it was useless. Even though he was the one who brought me here, he tried to warn me that I was going into a pit of hell. I had hoped I was right when I told him I saw him. What I hadn’t told him was I had seen the good in him mixed along with the bad. Apparently, I was fucking blind. No decent person would stand idly by as someone else was being tortured. Would they?
His dark eyes were locked on mine and his hand ran over his thick beard. The word “free’ was tattooed across the knuckles of his left hand and “born” was inked on the right ones. Most of his skin was decorated with some sort of tattoo, but there was an untouched bare patch of skin on his outer right hand.
I thought Mordy was cruel, but Stone was worse. He kissed me back and now he was going to stand by as his brother tortured me. Maybe I imagined that part and I not only orchestrated the entire kiss, but made his lips move, too. No. I didn’t. He kissed me back no matter how rough he was. I felt it.
“See? We’re having fun, right?” Mordy asked, leaning his face in front of mine, blocking my view of Stone.
I shook my head to respond once more.
“Hmph. Guess I have to up the ante some.” Mordy lifted the knife above his head and my eyelids squeezed together so hard it hurt. This was the end. He was going to kill me.
“Fine. I’ll talk! Don’t gut me like a fucking fish, my mom doesn’t deserve to find me like that. I’ll talk!” I screeched, my eyes shooting open as the knife swished past my face, barely missing my ear, and Mordy drove the blade into the mattress beside me.
“Glad to see you’ve come to your senses,Éan.” Mordy jerked the knife out of the mattress and flattened it on my temple. “What do you have to tell me?”
“I won’t tell you anything. I won’t talk to anyone but him,” I breathed, nodding my head in the direction of where Stone stood.
