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She's literally pissing herself. Do I feel sorry for her? Hell no. If anything, it angers me more. The fact that she can stalk me and try killing me not once but twice yet cry like a baby and piss herself when we've barely done anything to her really gets me going.
I point to the chains hanging from the ceiling, and Oakley understands, “Boss says to string her up!”
“MMPH...” Dani screams through the tape, but we ignore her.
Fynn and Jett bring the chains down and transfer her tied hands from the chair to the chains before untying her ankles. Oakley raises the chains until Dani's arms are well over her head, and she dangles; her feet just barely brushing the floor. A pang of guilt passes through me momentarily, but I push it aside and walk over to my ex-best friend.
I hold my hand out to Fynn, and he already knows what I want without me even asking. He grins and hands me the knife after opening it. I was humiliated, made to sit in nothing but a bra and panties, so Dani will too. I slice through her clothing, but since she was already in bed, she isn't wearing a bra, so I leave her just enough material to keep her chest hidden.
After all, it's an eye for an eye.
I take the voice changer from Oakley and raise it to my mouth, “Do you understand why you are here, Dani?”
She shakes her head, no, and I curse under my breath. I slap her across the face over the hood, “Liar. You said your mother was a Saint, and you're a Legacy. Is that correct?”
She nods.
“Your mother is Simone Richards. Isn't that correct?” I question, getting really annoyed.
She pauses but then shakes her head and starts trying to say something, but I'm not having it anymore. I toss the voice changer aside and rip the hood from her head, glaring at her as she looks at me in shock. I take her chin and grip it.
“You fucking lied to me, Dani! You told me you wanted to be friends. You played me this whole time so you could get close to me and then get rid of me,” my laughter is more like a sneer as she shakes her head.
“We saw the video, Dani. It was in your room on a flash drive,” Fynn scowls, “Deny it all you want, but why else would you have it?”
“MMPH!” She continues to try talking...try denying her part in all this. We need answers, though. So, I rip the tape from her mouth.
“If you scream, you will regret it,” I glare, “Now, what the fuck are you going on about?”
“What the fuck, Cat?!” Dani glares back at me pathetically, “You all have gone fucking crazy! Simone isn't my mother...”
“The evidence is stacking against you, Dani,” Jett stands back with his feet shoulder-width apart and arms crossed, “Your last name is Richards, you're a Saint's Legacy, and you have the flash drive of your mother's assault.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Dani stammers, sniffling as snot runs from her nose.
“The manilla envelope on your desk, Dani,” I sneer at her, “It had the video we have been searching all over for! I can't believe you! I should have seen it...the way you act whenever I talk about the guys. Now I know why you dislike them so much, even though none of what was done to your mother was their fault.”
Suddenly, Dani starts laughing hysterically. I look at the Lords questioningly, but all they do is shrug. I let her laugh, but when she stops suddenly and glares at me, chills wrack my body.
“You thinkI'mthe one stalking you and sending you the threats? You stupid, stupid bitch...”
Fynn's the one to raise his hand and slap her across the face, “Call her that one more time and see what I do next!”
My heart swells with Fynn's actions and words, but I don't have time to think about it now, “Awe, thanks, babe!” I give him a cheesy grin, then step back up to her, “As you can see, youworriedfor nothing. The Lords will protect me from any and all threats.”
“You have it all wrong, Cat,” Dani argues, “Simone wasn't my mother... she was my aunt!”
The room is silentas we all take in Dani's words. She's fucking with us, right? Doubt fills my head, and I keep looking at the Lords for their reactions. They seem just as baffled as I am, though.
I return my attention to the girl hanging from the ceiling, and in a low, shaky voice, I demand, “Explain.”
“Why should I explain anything to any of you? You came into my room and took me without asking questions,” she spews.
“That's not the way we work, and you should know that,” Jett states, “Everyone knows that we act first and ask questions later.”
I scrutinize her, but I can't tell if she's bluffing, so I do the only thing I can think of and call her bluff, “She's lying. Fynn, where is that knife of yours. Maybe carving into her stomach will get her to tell the truth.”
“What? No! Please...I swear I'm not lying!” Dani pleads as she eyes the switchblade in Fynn's hand.
