Micah walks to the table and hefts a metal baseball bat off the hooks on the wall. He swings it around, making it whoosh through the air, drops it onto the toe of his boot, then grabs it out of the air when it bounces back up, the whole time still walking back to Spinner.Show off.
“What is Viktor up to?” Les asks again while Micah is walking behind him.
“Fuck you.”
Micah swings the bat like he’s going for a home run, cracking Spinner right in the ribs. You can hear the crunch, and Spinner locks his lips to keep from screaming.
“What is he up to?” Gage asks, stepping back.
“I’m not saying shit,” Spinner replies, pain lacing his voice.
Micah swings at the other side with that sickening crunch; Spinner still doesn’t scream.
He’s going to be harder to crack than we thought.
“Tell me what I want to know, and this all stops,” Les promises. I know she means she will just kill him.
“Fuck. You,” he grits out and then spits blood on the floor at her boots.
“Well, that was uncalled for,” she grumbles, looking down at the blood splatter. “That bullet wound looks kind of bad.” She looks like she’s inspecting it, then looks at Micah. “Exit wound?”
“Nope,” Micah replies with a grin.
“Maybe I should get it out before infection sets in. We don’t want you dying because of something as trivial as a fever. Am I right?” She hands Gage her knife while she pulls gloves on and then takes it back. “Hold still,” she warns, knowing there is no way he can. She slices through his pant leg and looks at the bullet wound again. “That looks nasty,” she comments before jabbing her knife in the hole.
I look at Leo with Evander and Mateo, the latter are standing stoically with their arms crossed over their chest; Leo looks seconds from puking.
“You stupid whore,” Spinner seethes. “Wait until Viktor gets ahold of that perky ass.” On that comment, she twists the knife, and he finally screams. It’s so loud it echoes off the walls.
She jerks the knife out. “Viktor will never touch my ass,” she says, pointing the knife at him. “Now, hold still so I can get this out.”
She stabs the hole again and starts digging around, Spinner screaming the whole time. His screams finally turn to silence when he passes out. “Well, shit,” Micah mutters under his breath.
“Give him a moment of peace because he won’t get any when I wake him up again,” Les says, wiping her bloody knife on his shirt. She turns to Leo. “You shouldn’t be down here.”
He bristles, immediately standing up from the wall. “Why not?” he challenges. “Ryder still doesn’t want me here. Does that apply to you too?”
She levels him with a look that makes most men piss themselves. She isn’t in the right mindset to be arguing with him. “I don’t have time for your pity party, Leo,” she says harshly. “I didn’t say I didn’twant you down here; I said you shouldn’t be. There’s a big fucking difference.”
Leo steps forward to argue, and Evander clamps a hand on his shoulder, jerking him back. He whispers something to him harshly, and Leo slouches against the wall. Evander must be able to see the murderous look on Les’ face that Leo hasn’t recognized yet.
“Wake him up,” she barks at Gage, and Gage doesn’t even question her because he knows better. He jogs to the table and then back, waving the ammonia under Spinner’s nose. Too many more times and that wouldn’t wake him up anymore.
“Tell me about Viktor,” she grits out as soon as his eyes open. Spinner shakes his head, and Les tucks her knife beside his cock again. That knife is sharp enough to cut through his clothes like butter. “Tell me about Viktor!” she yells, and Spinner flinches at the look on her face. Finally, realizing he’s not going to win this.
“He’s coming for you,” Spinner laughs hoarsely. “I can’t wait to see you fuckers in hell.”
Les comes to the same conclusion as me; it’s going to take a whole hell of a lot to get him to talk. We’re wasting our time with this asshole and already know who’s behind all this. She walks over to the table and exchanges the curved one for one with a straight blade before walking back. “Marciume all'inferno,” she mutters, then slices clean through his throat. His head falls back at an odd angle, blood pouring down him.
“Get rid of him,” she orders. “Be ready for the games tonight.”
She slams out of the room, and Dex and I exchange a look.
She’ll be hell on wheels for the rest of the day if we don’t do something.
Chapter 46
Gage
