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The bitch chooses now to become tight-lipped. With my hand still on her head, I grip her hair and clench my jaw as I get in real close, “Either answer, or you can join Brett because I'm so over your bullshit!”
I feel a hand on my back. Looking over my shoulder, Lina stares at me knowingly, “Take a break, Jett. You're letting her get to you. We still need her for a little longer, so we can't have you killing her just yet.”
Letting go of Felicia, I spin around and grip Lina's jaw, “Don't go soft on her, Lovely.” I then kiss her hard before breaking it and taking a step back, letting her continue with the questioning.
The sound of cars pullingup draws my attention as I emerge from the soundproof room. I quickly go to the window, my face hardening when I see two vehicles pulling up. I move to the door and open it, taking a stance with my arms crossed at my chest.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” I scowl as Donavan Harris and Jakob Morin walk up to the porch.
I keep my eyes on the other two climbing from the blacked-out Range Rover. Devlin Scott, and lastly, Blake Pelletier...my father. Devlin opens the back door as my father comes around to the passenger side, and the two of them yank out a trussed-up Kaden Miller with a gag in his mouth.
“What the fuck is this?” I look at Donavan and Jakob.
“You didn't think we would truly abandon you, did you?” Jakob grins.
“Actually, yeah, we did,” I reply sarcastically, “The two of you were no help at all. They were the only ones that helped figure some of this shit show out,” I say, nodding toward Devlin and my father.
“Our hands were tied,” Donavan sighs, “They still are. You don't want to know the hoops we had to jump just to bring this little puke to you without being found out.”
“We made it this far. You didn't have to do shit if you were worried about getting caught.” I scoff at his pathetic excuse.
“Whoa, what the hell?” Oakley says from the doorway, “Dad?”
“Hey, Oak. We thought we would bring you a present,” Donavan says to his son.
“How?” My friend looks confused.
“How did we know you were going to need him?” Donavan points his thumb at Kaden, “Just like the rest of the Lords would have known had we not interfered with the listening devices. You really don't realize how dangerous it was to do half the shit you did.”
“I thought we were being tested?” Oakley growls out.
“Yes, but there are still limits to what you could and could not do. Like leaving anyone you talked to alive afterward, even if they weren't guilty,” He states, looking between Oakley and me.
“Are you saying that we should have killed Dani and Chris?” I ask, scrutinizing the older version of my friend.
“I'm afraid so...”
“That's bullshit! These are different times, and we are the new generation,” I look at all four older men, “With the help of past Lords who want change, we can change these ancient rules.”
“Maybe, but it's unlikely,” my father chimes in, “All we can do is wait until those who still want the old rules carried out die, but even then, there are still alumni who will carry on with the old rules.”
“Whatever. I just want to get this shit done so we can move forward with our lives.” I turn and head back into the cabin.
Shutting the door once everyone is inside, I lead them all to the torture room, “We've got company,” I scowl at Lovely and Fynn.
Lina's eyes widen as soon as Devlin and my father step in with Kaden, “What are you doing here, Dad?”
“Hey Catty...I mean Cat. I'm sorry...” Devlin gets a sheepish look as his daughter glares at him.
“I think Catty is cute, baby,” I wrap my arms around her from behind.
“Use it and see where it gets you,baby.” She threatens me like I'm scared of her.
“No worries,” I whisper in her ear, “I'll only use it when I have my cock buried deep inside that sweet cunt, just the way you like it. I bet you won't do shit about it.”
She sends her elbow flying into my gut, knocking the air from me. I laugh and step away from the vicious minx. Turning back toward my father, he and Devlin are carrying Kaden into the cell. They leave him tied and gagged as they come back out.
“You no longer need them,” Donavan states as he nods toward our captives, “The only thing you needed to find out was who was sending the threats; the rest of it doesn't matter.”
