AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Dante,” I say, looking at my Omega. “Ransack the room.”
Dante nods and starts opening his dresser drawers and emptying the contents over the floor.
“What’s Dante going to find in here?” I ask him, as I start to bend his finger.
“What?” he squeals. “I don’t know! Nothing. Candy. Knuckledusters. Porn.”
“Pictures of our mate?” Dante asks, picking up a photo album that’s fallen open.
He turns it to me, and I see there are badly pixelated images of our girl inside.
Recent pictures that show her walking around in Wolf Creek.
He’s been stalking her, at the very least.
I turn back to him, feeling validated. “You’re a liar, Jake. You’ve been following Amanda around. Those pictures prove that.”
He frowns at me, as sweat starts to glisten on his forehead.
I snap his second finger to listen to the crack.
He screams in pain, and I move on to the next.
“I think you know by now I’m seriously ready to hurt you.”
He stares at me. “Break every bone in my body. I’ll never tell you where she is.”
I snap that third finger and let his hand drop to the bed. The roar he lets out is irritatingly loud, and I’m done playing games. This asshole knows where our mate is, and I’m not going to stop until he gives us the answer.
“If breaking your bones one by one isn’t going to work, there’s more than one way to torture someone,” I tell him. “Dante, get me a knife.”
Jake’s nostrils flare as he looks past me at Dante.
He’s terrified, as he damn well should be.
I’m about to start flaying him alive.
Chapter forty-three
Dante
IknewParkercouldbe intense. I didn’t know he could be utterly fucking terrifying. The cool, calm way he snapped three of Jake’s fingers was scary enough. When he glances my way and casually demands I summon up a knife, I get chills. I do it anyway, because his victim looks petrified, and this might be what it takes to get him to talk.
“One knife,” I say, as I pass it to Parker, handle first.
For a second, I expect him to stab Jake, to pin him to the bed with the blade. He doesn’t. He cocks his head and brandishes the knife as if he’s about to use it, but he doesn’t move.
“Strip,” he demands, his voice as close to an Alpha command as a Beta can get.
Jake stares back at him. “You’re joking. Right?”
“I don’t think he’s joking,” I tell him, when he glances at me. “You’d better do what he says. You’ve already seen how quickly he can break your bones.”
Jake tugs off his T-shirt, throwing it to the floor.
“That’ll do,” Park says, kneeling on the bed and pressing the point of the blade just above Jake’s belly. “I’m going to start cutting now. I know exactly where to cut to make it easy to peel your skin off when I’m done. I know you can shift to heal your broken bones. Do you know how long it takes a shifter to grow his skin back?”
“Fucking hell,” I murmur, starting to feel sick.
