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‘No,’ Shepp signs after clicking his rings, staring up at the house, too, with a hopeless expression pulling down his features.
I hum, digging into my pocket and pulling up the app Arrow gave us access to. Immediately, I note the red dot stalls at a trailer park. Journey’s Trailer Park. Wonderful. She went home to find nothing was left. Not even a small breadcrumb. But what’s holding her there for so long?
“She’s in her old neighborhood. No doubt looking for her things and her mother,” I say, chuckling the last part. “One can only hope the rehab facility is giving Sable what she needs.”
Most of Journey’s things were tossed out in a dumpster our men helped haul out of the trailer park. Everything from her disintegrating living room furniture to her lumpy mattress met their end at the dump. The only piece of furniture Shepp insisted we hang on to was the stained nightstand that sat next to her bed. Even her clothes were set on fire.
She doesn’t need things from her previous life. She has us now.
‘Yeah right,’ Shepp signs, shaking his head. ‘She’s been in the throes of addiction for years. I don’t see that place wiping it out with the snap of their fingers.’
I shrug. “Sable is signed into the facility indefinitely. There’s no escaping for her. Not when I’m in charge of her care. She will not step foot outside unless her doctors suggest otherwise.”
‘Smart,’ Shepp signs with uncertainty. ‘Are you going to tell Journey?’
“They weren’t exactly close, now were they? I’ll tell her the basics, but she has to give a little, too.” I shake my head, staring off into the darkness surrounding our property. Only the sounds of the birds and wind travel in the air and the occasional growls from the lions out back. “But she’ll be useful in finding the other missing piece—her missing sister.”
Such a peaceful night for an interrogation.
My eyes flick to Shepp again. His entire body looks like a volcano about to spew its anger everywhere. Or, in his case, his nerves.
A twinge of pain catches my attention on my chest. I frown, running my fingers over the bloody wound. My mark pulsates. “After we’re done here, we’ll clean our wounds.” Shepp nods, rolling his lips in. “You still good?” I prod more. My brother won’t come out and tell me if he’s suffering from his own mind. He leaves that task to me. But I always recognize the signs of his turmoil.
‘As good as I’ll ever be,’ he signs.
“If you say so,” I say, clutching his shoulder. “Now, let’s move before Arrow murders the man we need answers from. Then, we’ll prepare for our girl’s homecoming.” I grin more. “I think it’s time for a little face reveal, don’t you?”
Shepp snorts, shaking his head as we make our way around the house and toward Arrow.
Because what better way to get revenge on the girl you love for disobeying you than putting on your masks and chasing her through the woods to fuck her straight.
"Time to strappy strappy you to the chair, big boy," I quip, humming to myself, locking several leather straps around our newest toy's limbs.
My victim's head lulls to the side, blood seeping from his nose and lips. Mmm. Dark, beautiful blood. My heart thuds against my ribs, the anticipation making ants crawl across my flesh.
Fuck.
I heave a breath, lifting my bloodied shirt over my head. The one I really didn't want to put back on after our ceremony. But I did. For appearances only, though. That's what Jer wants. He wants me to appear normal in the eyes of our fellow mafia brothers. Not the blood-hungry man I really am. I could bathe in blood day in and day out without blinking an eye. Well, good ole Gabe knows I'm not normal. That's probably why he adopted me when I was a kid. Or why my father just let me go. I guess he had to. The big man upstairs did not approve of me. Maybe that's why he cursed me with my wayward brain.
Yeah. That's it.
I smile to myself after Mr. Traitor Pants is fully secured to the chair. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. He's stuck. “It's a beautiful day to interrogate a traitor,” I proclaim with a grin, circling his unconscious body like a predator. Without thinking, my fingers run down the bloodied wound Gabe inflicted between my pecs, showing the world that I belong to The Viotto Crime Family. It burns under my touch. When I pull my fingers back, blood coats them in its beautiful red hue.
No. I belong to Jer. My only loyalties lie with him and Shepp. And now, my obsession.
My loyalty to Gabe died off long ago. Even after all the training he let me in on. And the killings to curb this darkness inside me. He taught me how to murder without getting caught and where to throw the bodies when I was done. He dragged me into the depths of the shadows, encouraging me to give myself to the darkness and fully embrace it with everything I have.
But Jer gave me back something I desperately wanted. My fucking humanity.
He gave me that little sliver of hope and where to utilize it the best. Now, I may kill bad people. But I also help the ones who need it the most. The downtrodden and abused. The people who can't stick up for themselves. That's where I come in. They come to my confessional every Wednesday and pour their hearts out, begging me for help.
And I gladly give it.
But when it comes to men like Kent Thomas… Well, I'll gladly rip his heart out and fucking eat it. I lick my lips, fantasizing about the taste of his blood pouring down my throat. He deserves this. He brought all the bad drugs that were killing the people of Briar Cove into this goddamn town.
"Are you babies ready for a show?" I coo, walking toward my lions as they lazily lounge ten feet away, watching my every move.
Every time I enter this cage, they watch whatever I do. They've been in my possession since I was ten. A gift from Gabe for my fifth kill. I bottle-fed them and raised them into the predators they are. They seem to accept me for who I am. Never questioning my motives when I bring men or women in here to teach them a lesson. They're always eager to lick their lips and prowl forward. Hell, sometimes I give them little treats of legs and arms to thank them for their efforts.
