“What are you doing?” Sam hisses, motioning with his hands. “I swear to fuck, Jo, you better back away from that damn door right now—”
Ignoring him, she cracks the door open just wide enough to fit her gun through. “Everybody, get out of firing range.”
This can’t be a good idea. Regardless, I stay where I am, even as Sam rolls away from behind the couch.
“Lisichka, maybe—”
Bam.
A body drops, slumping into the door, and then in a move that’s either psychotic or genius, she throws the door open.
“Go!”
She’s reckless. Impulsive. With no barrier between us and the four men intent on killing us, there’s nothing stopping them from coming inside.
That also means there’s nothing stopping us from shooting them.
I raise to my feet quickly, taking out one man, while Sam nabs another. Hayden gets one in the arm, but before the soldier can retaliate, I move my gun in his direction and take him down with a hole through the skull.
The last soldier is on his knees, gun to his head as Jo looks down at him in disgust. “Darlin’ would you mind grabbin’ a dining room chair and some rope from the closet in the bedroom? I have some questions I’d like to ask this fine gentleman.” Then, as Hayden leaves the room, Jo moves to stand in front of the man, her muzzle never leaving his skin. “Tell me, who sent you? What do they want? How did you find us?”
“You fucking bitch,” the man spits, looking pissed the fuck off. “You killed all my men—”
Sam stalks over, lifting the man by his collar and holding him in the air. “You really shouldn't have called her that.”
The man scoffs. “You’re not gonna get anything outta me, mutt.”
“I should make this hurt as much as possible,” Sam growls, shaking the bastard in the air. It’s at that moment Hayden returns with the chair and rope that Jo requested, and she gets to work, fastening him to the chair.
West comes and stands next to me, arms crossed. “Why do we always end up torturing people?”
“You’re too late,” the dead-man tied to the chair laughs maniacally. “You think we’re the only ones coming after you? There’s a bounty on your heads—all of you—and this is just the beginning. Dead or alive, they don’t care as long as you’re taken care of.”
“Who?” Jo growls, pulling a knife from a sheath on her leg. “Who put the hit on us?”
“I’m not talkin’.” The man shakes his head. “You’re gonna kill me either way, so let me die with a shred of dignity, knowin’ I kept my code.”
“Does your code include killing omegas?” Hayden snaps, his hand tight on his lighter. He’s abandoned his pistol on the dining table, which is probably for the best.
“This one doesn’t need protectin’,” he spits. “Killed thirteen men. She needs to be put down.”
A growl rips out of my chest as I stalk forward. I have said before that words do not mean much compared to actions, but this piece of shit has displayed a poor choice of both tonight. "You will watch how you speak to my omega.” My voice is ominous, a threat.
“Listen, we don’t have time to interrogate him. We need to get out of here before more men come.” Sam snaps, but at the look of victory in the asshole's face, I snap.
I pick up the man, chair and all, and walk outside.
The rest of my pack protests behind me, asking me what I’m doing.
They will see in a moment.
The man is heavy, but my rage fills my veins as I walk to the very edge of the cliff and place the chair right behind it. “Now,” I growl, grabbing the man by the throat and squeezing as I tip him backwards. His upper half is completely over the edge of the cliff—if I drop him, he’s a goner.
“You have two choices. You can tell us who hired you and how you found us, and I will make your death swift and nearly painless. Or, you can refuse, and I will push you over the edge of this cliff, let you break every single bone in your body on the rocks below, and then drown to death, the sea water filling your lungs so you sink to the very bottom of the ocean where the sharks and leeches can feed on you.”
The asshole’s eyes bug out, terror written on his face. “Wait—” I pretend to drop him, relishing the short scream that escapes him. “I’ll tell you!”
They always break so easily when faced with something as trivial as being dropped over a cliff.
