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In the past, I had a bet going with Manic. We each tried to figure out how many thin, vertical slices human skin could take without shredding apart.
Devil sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “For fuck’s sake.”
Henny, for some reason, chose that moment to lose her shit. A sob escaped her chest. I turned back in her direction, fascinated by the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
But when I saw the trail of tears on her face, something inside me grew hot, agitated, and undeniably furious.
She sniffled, and my attention focused on the dried blood crusted around her nose and the corner of her mouth where it swelled.
Who the fucktouchedher? Mike?
“Who hurt you?” I asked, daring her to refuse to answer.
The fight left her, and I hated to see it. “Which time?”
My body froze. Only my heart kept beating. I didn’t think my chest drew a breath.
“Explain.”
“He’s the voice from the speaker.”
I didn’t get it.
“The cult leader who brought me in for enlightenment.”
A roar left my lips as I rushed to Mike, lifting him by his fucking neck off the ground. His feet dangled as the shadows boosted my strength, keeping him in place.
Bad little boys are punished.
This fucking asshole knew my tormentors! He knew Henny’s and Chrissy’s rapists. Agony for their suffering constricted my chest. I needed him to feel their pain.
“I want him in my dungeon, pres,” I managed to say through clenched teeth.
“Fine by me,” he agreed.
I threw Mike to the ground, seething with rage.
“Raiden. Cowboy. Take him back and chain him up until we return.”
Huber began fighting Raiden, and the V.P. lifted his fist, hitting Mike in the head so hard he knocked that sick fucker out.
I turned to Henny. “Is this where it happened?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “On this property, yes.”
I rushed to her side, pulling out my knife to hack at her restraints until I freed her. “I want to burn it to ashes. Join me.”
The dullness in her eyes faded as a spark lit in the green depths. “Give me a lighter.”
Bottles of liquor lined the bar on one side of his office, and I picked one up, cracking it against the desk. The glass shattered and sprayed liquor all over the wood and floor. Henny smashed another, her chin wobbling with fresh tears.
I hauled her against me. “No. Fucking. Tears. Not for those assholes.”
She held my gaze, and I swore my heart skipped a beat. “You’re right.”
Manic opened his lighter, setting the flame against the surface, grinning as the fire eagerly licked along the grain and began to burn.
I released Henny, and she flicked the lighter open, torching different parts of the room until we risked being caught in the flames.
