I frown and whisper, “NPC?”
Lenz laughs.“A non-player character.You know, when you’re playing a game and there’s a character just standing there...not controlled by anyone.”
Kenz keeps walking and I shake my head.
“Drop the fucker, Livi.I don’t want you lifting shit, even if you’re dragging the weight,” Thorsten says and grabs the man by the arm.
Macsen touches my back, and I step aside so he can take over from me.I follow Livi and Kenz and recognize the place where they brought me for questioning as well.Livi picks another room and the guys hoist the guy into a chair.
Macsen ties the man’s arms and legs to the chair and I watch my father and Brando lean against the wall.
Livi points at a small desk in the corner.“You can pick whatever you want to spike your creativity.Oh, and if you need anything else, let me know and I’ll get it for you.”
“Thanks, sis.”The reply slips from me without thinking and I freeze.
Livi blinks a few times as we stare at one another.
A smile appears on her face.“I like it.”
“Me too,” I admit.
She rubs her hands.“Good.Let’s bond some more by spilling blood and getting some answers because I don’t like the thought of people wanting to kill you.Especially when I’m just starting to warm up to the idea of having a sister.”
I chuckle because she hits the nail on the head.We didn’t grow up together, didn’t meet under the right circumstances, and have barely begun to spend some time together.Though, the first normal discussion we had was about me being pregnant when she barged into my room.
“How are we going to do this?”Kenz asks.
“Not,” Macsen grunts.
We all watch as he stalks to the weapons to grab a knife, walks to the guy to grab a fistful of hair and yanks his head back to expose his throat.
The steel of the knife is pressing against the man’s neck when Macsen snaps, “What is this shit about killing Lu?”
Livi leans in to whisper, “Here I thought we were gonna have a little fun.”
I keep my gaze on Macsen when I whisper back, “My father had information this man already gave up.”
“No fun,” Livi pouts.
The corner of my mouth twitches, but the humor is lacking when the man starts to ramble.
“Lu needs to die for Holland to become available for an arranged marriage.I was only following orders, please,” he whimpers.
Kenz crosses the room and comes to a stop next to me.“Why is he spilling his guts without so much as a hint of pain?I mean, the knife on the throat might give a lot of people the willies...but he was sent to kill Lu.Is it weird or just me?”
“I’m pretty sure Brando tortured him before they came here, with them knowing all the information already,” I explain.
Both their attention slide to the man in the chair again, and it’s Livi who says, “I don’t see any blood or broken fingers.”
“Macsen.”His eyes find mine and I feel a tingle of awareness slide across my skin whenever my man’s attention is solely focused on me.“Can you shove his pants down and show Livi and Kenz his dick?”
“What the fuck?”Thorsten grunts and Falcon is wearing the same murderous expression.
Macsen moves the knife down to the guy’s pants when Thorsten steps forward.
“Do not listen to your old lady,” Thorsten snaps at Macsen.
Deciding to speed things up, I tell Livi and Kenz instead of having Macsen show them.“Brando likes to use tiny and thick elastic ties to cut the blood flow.Normally he takes his time so the victims can witness their own tissue damage or sometimes amputation.No blood, it’s clean.He likes to start with toes, but they usually spill everything they know once he starts with their junk.Ball by ball, then a few around the dick.It’s effective but I also think it’s boring to stick to the same routine.”
