Chapter 51
Chapter Fifty-One
By the time I walk into Marianna’s guest room, the cold motherfucker that lives under my skin is firmly in place.
I’m ready to break bones.
Justice and Scout are waiting for me with steely looks on their faces. We’ve all done this before. None of us mind doing it again.
Vik’s men brought the guy to us with a black hood over his face. His ankles are tied to one of Marianna’s kitchen chairs. His hands are bound with zip ties.
Blood is running out from under the hood, down his throat, soaking his shirt. Who knows what happened? He was like that when Vik’s team arrived with him.
I’m just sorry I wasn’t the one that got to go into the compound. This would be done and over, and this piece of shit wouldn’t be in Marianna’s house.
Scout looks over at me and I nod. He snatches the hood off of the prisoner.
I take a good long look at him. Studying my prey.
Hair mussed, the man shakes his head, blinking owlishly. The bare lightbulb Justice is holding toward his face is disorienting.
Cracking my knuckles, I step toward him. “Talk fast. I’m out of patience.”
He glares at me.
“What were you doing in this house earlier?”
“You got the wrong guy.”
I jerk out my knife, lean down and cut his right leg free. He resists, fighting me to keep me from pulling it forward.
“You like to run?”
He shudders and grunts.
“You think you’re fast?”
I shove his pants leg up. “You’re pretty fast, pretty quiet too. I didn’t hear you in the house, but I’m gonna make sure you never walk again.”
His body shakes violently, every breath is ragged. “Wha-what are you going to do?”
I glance up at him and grin. “I’m gonna cut your calf muscles out. Both sides. And that’s just the beginning.”
“Oh, fuck,” he groans.
I tilt the knife so it catches the light. “Was it worth the money?”
“No,” he croaks.
“Ready to talk?”
His leg is shaking so hard, I have to shove his foot to the floor.
“You got three seconds. Three. Two. One?—
“Okay! Fuck. Okay.”
I stand up and shift the knife to his throat. “Who hired you?”
“M-m-man, it’s going to break your girl’s heart.”
Scout glances at me, I feel his concerned gaze on the side of my face.
I fist the son of a bitch’s hair and drag his head back until he gasps in pain. “How do you know Marianna?”
“I dated her in high school.”
Black flames lick at my vision. A tremor fueled by fury makes the knife shake against his neck. “You motherfucker…”
Scout wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me from making a bloody mess. “Let go, man.”
Justice is on me too, pulling me back. “Don’t kill him. You need him to talk.”
Goddamnit.
Fury flames through my veins, making me roar. “Is that how you got the key?”
“N-no. She never gave me a key. He gave me the key.”
This asshole’s going to be lucky if he gets to breathe out of a tube for the rest of his life. “Who?!”
When he doesn’t reply, Scout lifts his ass off the chair by his hair. “You’re running out of time. If you don’t talk, I’m going to let him cut your legs apart.”
“Fuck,” the guy wheezes. “You better be ready to deal with the aftermath because this is going to destroy Marianna.”