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“Youplayed me!” the Baroness screams out in her anger.
Hurricane chuckles, shaking his head, and folds his arms over his chest. “We are Defiance. Wedon’tturn on each other. No. Matter. What.”
She throws her hands in the air, letting out a loud scream. “I’m going to take downallof Defiance for this. I have dirt onevery. Single. Club. Not just Houston and NOLA. You mark my words. You won’t even see it coming when I am done with you. You won’t know what hit you… you haven’t even begun tofeelmy wrath—”
“That is unlikely…” a smooth, silky voice chimes as more footsteps echo outside the chill room doors.
We all turn to Marcel and his men, stepping inside the room. It’s getting crowded in here, but I honestly don’t mind because the Baroness is heavily outnumbered.
And I like those odds.
“Marcel? Need I remind you whoyouwork for?” The Baroness sneers.
He tilts his head. “Tsk-tsk-tsk… you think you haveallthis pull,allthis power and persuasion, but, Connie, the valuable information you keep to bribe everyone is only as valuable as the systems you store it on.”
Her eyes widen, her muscles tensing. “What the fuck does that mean, Marcel?”
He smirks. “With the help of Raid, Neon, and my team, we have securedallyour files, andallyour encryptions have been overridden.Allyour assets have been handed overto me. So you see…Iown the South now. And Constance…” he shakes his head, “… there’s no use for you anymore.”
We all turn, glaring at her, her eyes widening in obvious terror as she backs away for the exit. But the door closes, and she turns to none other than Six, who has closed it, shutting her inside.
“The fact you tried to have me assassinated doesn’t surprise me. The fact you bribed my own club to do it, though… that takes balls. But you should know, Baroness, Defiancealwaysfinds a way. And we had to get a lot of moving pieces working behind the scenes to make this plan work. But everything fell into place, and now? Nowyour ass isours…” His eyes find Marcel. “If you want your hands clean, I suggest you leave now,” Six states.
Marcel chuckles, shaking his head. “Fuck, no! I want everyone to know as the newKing of the South, I’m willing to be there when chaos goes down. I don’t fight my battles through other people like Constance does. That’s the difference between a Baroness and a motherfucking King.”
We all smile as she lets out a heavy exhale. “So this is it, huh? It’s come down to this? I have to say… I am actually pretty impressed you pulled this off. Well, then… let’s get down to it,” she says, kicking off her heels and shrugging out of her white blazer, placing it on the edge of a metal table.
Hurricane signals to Bayou and City. “Boys, grab her,” he states, and they rush forward. She narrows her eyes, raises her fists, and slams her fist forward, ramming it straight into Bayou’s cheek. His head snaps to the side, but City grabs her arm and yanks it to the side as she chuckles to herself. Bayou quickly regains his composure and reaches for the arm that just hit him, grabbing and pulling it with City along to the table.
“At least I got one good punch in before all this happens.” The Baroness chuckles to herself as they drag her to the table, lift and drop her harshly on the top. The metal clunks with the force of the hit, and she lets out an “oomph.” Six walks back over to his casket, reaches in, and grabs a set of handcuffs, making us laugh.
“You guys thought of everything while keeping the rest of us in the dark,” I jest.
Zero chuckles. “We had to keep you in the dark. Your reactions had to be real in case she was watching.”
The Baroness laughs as Bayou handcuffs her hands to the legs of the table. “Oh, I was watching. You did a good job of fooling me, you assholes. Though, I guess I fooled you too with that little stunt I pulled with the Bratva?”
We all tense, snapping our heads to her.
Hurricane steps to her side. “What stunt?” he growls.
She chuckles. “I’m going to die, so why should I tell you?”
Hurricane signals to Hoodoo, and he walks over with a tray of utensils and a square bucket. He places the bucket under the table beneath the drainage hole in the table where she’s lying and shifts the tray of utensils onto a bench by Hurricane. He picks up a pair of scissors, lifts them into the air, and sighs. “Because, Connie, we can get the information out of you the easy way, or we can do it slowly and painfully? Either way, youwilltell us.”
She snorts out a laugh. “I’m not going to make this easy for you, Hurricane.”
He shrugs. “Fine by me.” He leans in, running the scissors up the center of her silk blouse, shredding it down the middle, exposing her flesh and bra to us all. She swallows hard when we spot obvious torture marks on her skin, and we tilt our heads in surprise. “Been here, done this before I see, Baroness?”
“You’re not the only people I’ve pissed off in my lifetime. As you can see, I got away from them too.” She grins.
We all chuckle, but it’s Zero who answers this time, “You’re not getting out of it this time, Connie.”
“We’ll see,” she replies, jiggling her wrists on the handcuffs.
“You made these two clubs hurt. The mostunimaginablehurt there is to feel. You tried to pin us against each other. You almost made my club turn on me, and for that, you need to suffer… slowly,” Hurricane states. “People can lose fourteen percent of their blood without dyin’, so let’s see how close to that we can get you.”
She gulps as Hurricane picks up a scalpel, shining it right in front of her face. “Last chance… tell me about the stunt with the Bratva?”
