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“Ian,” I sigh. It’s a small reprimand for cursing, but I know it doesn’t matter. Not right now. His chest heaves with each angry breath, his fist shaking at his sides. “He’s safe now.” I put my hand on his chest as I stare up at him. He’s vibrating. “Ian, he’s safe.”
“For now,” he says. “But what happens when he has to go back?”
“We’ll figure it out,” I say. “I’ll talk to some people and figure out how to keep that from happening, alright?” He continues staring down the hall for another long moment, then finally looks down at me.
“We don’t have the room or the money,” he says, and guilt pushes at my chest.
“You do not worry about that,” I say, pressing my finger firmly into the center of his chest. “I’m the mom. I worry about that. You—you’re the kid. Worry about kid shit.” He gives me an incredulous look, and I force myself to grin back. “Can’t you at least give me some credit?” I lift my brows. “I got us out of that other shithole. I can get us out of here, too.” A muscle in his jaw ticks, but he finally nods. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this all handled.”
He doesn’t believe me.
I don’t believe me, either.
Kiwi
Ireadjust my grip on my knife. It’s slippery from all the blood I’ve spilled.
All the rat blood.
Bash stands in the center of the room, his arms crossed as he stares down at a broken and bloody Ginger. Reid, Heather, and Addie stand in the back of the room, their faces just as grave.
“We really have to keep this asshole alive for Ax?” I ask, eager to kill him. Bash slides his eyes to me.
“Yes, Kiwi,” he says dryly, and looks back at the rat. Ginger’s head is forward, blood and sweat dripping from his face onto his clothes and floor. He’s long since passed out from the pain.
Bash rears his fist back and punches Ginger in the face. I grin as the bones crunch, forcing more blood to spill from his nose. He lets out a gargled, agonized scream that makes me smile even broader. Bash grips his hair and yanks his head back, angling it so he can continue whaling on him. Any control Bash had snapped the second his fist connected with Ginger’s face. It’s like all the stress and aggression and rage from the last few months are boiling out of him into those punches.
I rub my hands together as blood slings from Bash’s fist, coating his boots, hitting my jeans, staining the floor.
“Alright, enough,” Reid barks. “Bash, that’s enough!” Reid grabs Bash’s arm before he can land another hit. Bash whirls on him, shoving him back so hard he nearly falls to the floor. He’s all Reaper right now. There’s no Bash left. “Ax’s kill.” Reid stares at him, his face hard and still fucked up from the brutal beating he’d received at the hands of Montgomery’s men.
Bash’s shoulders rise and fall with his harsh breaths. His head barely turns toward Addie, but her face gives away nothing. Whatever silent conversation they have makes him let out a hard breath, then nod.
Axel said he wanted to kill him, not that we couldn’t bring him close to death first.
Bash turns his attention back to Ginger. He’s passed out again from the pain Bash just inflicted. I slap his face a few times, bringing him back to consciousness. “Were you trying to buy her for yourself, or for someone else?” Bash asks, his voice cold.
“Who?” Ginger rasps. His eyes flutter open and he stares directly up at Bash. Something breaks in Bash and he grabs Ginger’s bloody, ripped up shirt.
“Skye, you sick motherfucker,” he snarls. “My fucking niece.” He hits Ginger in the face again, and I can’t say I blame him. I would’ve done a lot more by now, but it’s not my kill.
Ginger grins through the blood and pain, his focus solely on Bash. “For myself,” he rasps. “Gonna take her home with me. I’ll make her mine forever.” Bash rams his fist into his face again, then shoves him back as he yanks his famous black blade from his pocket.
He flicks it open and holds it in front of Ginger’s face.
Nothing.
There’s nothing human on Bash’s face.
There’s no remorse on Ginger’s.
“I’m going to shred your skin from your fucking bones,” Bash says, his voice a low promise. “I’m going to fucking enjoy it, too.”
“Bash,” Addie says warily, taking a step forward.
“I won’t kill him.” Bash keeps his eyes on Ginger’s. “Kiwi, where’s your peeler?”
I let out a hyena laugh as I rush toward my box of toys. Knives and torture devices galore. Makes my dick hard just looking at it all. I pull out my sharpest peeler and turn toward Bash, my eyes catching on Heather’s.
