“No, thanks. You like touching women and kids, and that’s just not my thing.” He plucked at the Russian’s expensive Armani suit, then made atsking sound, shaking his head. “Too bad this nice suit is going to get ruined. I do love Armani.”
Halo stood and slowly made his way over to the other man. Gidget tracked every move Halo made with calculating eyes, still waiting on Halo’s instruction. “Here’s how we’re going to play my game. I’m going to ask you a question. Every time you don’t give me the right answer, I’m going to have Gidget break your partner’s bones.”
I frowned. I didn’t understand his method of torture, but I kept my mouth shut. Halo clearly knew what he was doing, and something about the calculating, almost predatory way he was dealing with the Russian told me he knew exactly how to play this.
“That doesn’t even make sense, you fucking?—”
“It will,” Halo promised, a smirk curving his lips. “Now, where are your victims being held?”
“None of your fucking business,” the Russian snapped.
Gidget swung the tire iron down, shattering the other man’s collarbone. The manscreamed, tears leaking from his eyes. Gidget calmly stood back, waiting once more. Halo shook his head. “Wrong answer. Come on. We played your game for so long. You can’t play mine for a little while? It’s only fair.”
“I’m not telling you shit. You’ll have to kill him.”
Halo laughed. “Okay then. We’ll see. Now, I’ll ask again—where are you holding your victims?”
“Not telling you shit.”
Halo quirked his fingers, and Gidget swung the tire iron again, this time snapping the man’s femur. He promptly threwup all over himself, tears streaking down his cheeks. Halo hummed and slid his hands into his pockets, the picture image of chill and laid back. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Again. Where are they being held?”
“You’renever?—”
Halo quirked his fingers again, but before Gidget could make contact, the Hispanic man yelled, “Wait!” Gidget paused, lifting his gaze to look at Halo. Halo turned to the other man, a smirk curving his lips. And suddenly, I understood.
He was making one man betray the other.
“Yes?”
The man quickly rattled off an address. “There are thirteen women and thirteen teens—nine girls. Four boys.”
“You fucking—” the Russian snarled, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence because Halo jerked his chin in the Russian’s direction, and Gidget cracked his skull wide the fuck open. My eyes widened. I’d never had an urge to see what the inside of a person’s head looked like, andfuck, I never wanted to see it again.
I quickly turned my face away. Blayke wrapped his arm around my shoulders and tugged me against his side without a word. When I wasn’t drowning in rage, it wasentirelydifferent. My stomach churned.
“Buyers?” Halo asked.
“There’s a memory card in my pocket,” he hurriedly answered. “It has all the information you need.” Gidget quickly made work of emptying the man’s pockets until he came up with a small SD memory card.
“Previous victims?” Halo continued.
“On there as well,” the other man hurriedly answered. “Everything you need is on there. Please don’t kill me. I’ll go away. I swear I will. I?—”
Gidget cracked his skull open, too. And while I applauded myself on having a strong stomach, even that was more than I could handle. Apparently, when I wasn’t the one doing the smashing and I wasn’t running on adrenaline and pure rage, my stomach wasn’t all that great.
I leaned over and emptied my stomach all over the basement floor.
25
Blayke
“The cavalry has arrived!” Whiler announced as he walked through the front door, a cheery smile on his face. I rolled my eyes. Whiler was usually the life of the party and a jokester. Most people loved him. It was hard not to. His happy-go-lucky attitude was a bit infectious.
Whiler was the Sergeant at Arms of the Sons of Hell MC. Alejandro had called Joey, the president, after we’d gotten our hands on the Russian and his little sidekick, and now, a few hours later, here they were, strolling into Alejandro’s home like they owned the place.
I had a feeling Joey partially did. Isworehe and Alejandro had something going on, but no one would ever confirm or deny it, and if theyweretogether, they kept things either behind closed doors or strictly inside the Sons of Hell’s clubhouse. I wanted to knowsobadly, but I also wasn’t going to ask because even though I was a jackass, I understood some boundaries just were never meant to be crossed. Besides, someone’s sexuality was truly none of my fucking business.
Joey and Alejandro locked eyes for a moment, and it was like a million words passed between them, yet neither of them opened their mouths. Joey finally turned to look at me and arched a brow when he clocked Noah perched on my lap. She had a glass of milk in one hand and a cookie in the other. I was holding the cookie package open for her on her thighs. What could I say? I lived to serve her.
