“I’m not going to...”
Thorsten steps inside.“Livi, out.”
The hesitation in her body language gives me a slight flicker of hope.Even if I know she’s the one who cuffed me and helped get me into this chair.She shows a hint of protectiveness by the reluctance to leave.It’s why I try to give her an out.
“I guess sisterly bonding time needs to wait.”My voice holds a hint of sarcasm.
“Minor delay.”Livi grins.“It will give me some time to make a long list of questions.”
“Looking forward to it.”I nod as she steps out.
Thorsten doesn’t even look my way when he leaves.
Jocko slams the door shut and leans against it as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.“Don’t kid yourself, bitch.No fucking way are you going to rub cheeks with the president’s old lady.DNA means shit when you’re from a different world.”
“Are you calling me an alien?”I bark out a laugh.“Oh, this is going to be interesting.”
Jocko takes out a butterfly knife and lets it rotate in his hand.“Interestingly painful.”
I keep staring at the fucker head-on.One doesn’t simply become an assassin without a load of training, practice, skills, and experience.Which also includes getting hurt along the way.My recent dip in pain tolerance is shitty, but I’ve faced way worse moments in my life.
The thought of being tortured doesn’t scare me.The guy standing in front of me doesn’t impress me.Whatever he’s planning?He’d better make sure I don’t get out of here because the first thing I’ll do is repeat the favor tenfold.
“You know how this works.”He rotates the knife in his hand as if he’s a kid, showing off a trick he just learned with a new toy.“I ask questions, you answer.If you lie or keep your mouth shut?I’ll start to motivate you.”
I keep staring at the idiot.He jolts forward and moves the knife in front of my face.
A gush of air moves my hair back when he snarls, “Maybe I should start with slicing that pretty face?”
“Maybe you should ask a question first before you cut yourself,” I mutter, completely unimpressed.
“You think you’re a mighty mafia princess with a golden snatch, trying to snuggle up and down our VP’s dick?Do you really think he’s interested in you?We only have one goal and it doesn’t involve getting cozy for life with criminals like you.”
It’s an information dump rather than asking me straight up questions.It’s why I stay silent and slowly blink a few times while I keep my gaze locked on him.
“Answer me,” he snarls.
A little spittle lands on my cheek.Yuck.I can deal with a lot, but spit?Gross.I lean my head to the side to wipe my cheek clean on my shoulder.
He aims the point of the knife at my throat.“Do you expect my VP to rush in here and save you?”
Finally, a normal question I don’t mind answering.“I consider him a friend, the only one I have to be honest.I guess my expectations aren’t as high.So, you might say I don’t expect anything from him.”
“Liar,” Jocko roars.“Just like the lies you told him when you said you killed Gideon out of self-defense.”
I’m suddenly very aware of myself and make sure not to give any visual indications of my reaction to his statement.I told Macsen the truth.I didn’t lie, and I sure as fuck didn’t tell him I acted out of self-defense.I might have killed him to get out of there unseen, but I could have left without killing.If he told them I acted out of self-defense to protect me?There’s no way I can tell the truth.
My lips stay silent and it angers Jocko.
“Tell me,” he growls.“Did you kill Gideon out of self-defense?Yes or no, it’s not that fucking hard, bitch.”
The fucker doesn’t get a single word from me, and I keep staring dead ahead.No way am I going to say anything that could harm Macsen, not after the way he was there for me when I needed him.Even if I’m sitting here because of him.
“Tell me,” Jocko repeats and makes a stabbing motion in the direction of my stomach.
My hands automatically move to protect my belly.Which isn’t happening because I’m strapped to a chair.For a fragment of a second, I feel helpless and panic hits my body.The satisfaction on Jocko’s face is what breaks the distraction.
Leaning my head forward I snarl, “Did it feel good to see me fake panic the way a woman would pretend to have an orgasm when she’s being fucked by a man with a limp French fry for a cock.”I chuckle without a hint of laughter.“Tell me, Jocko.”I let my gaze go down and ask, “Is your cock French fry size?”
