“Later,” he says when he sees my eager gaze.
I wiggle where I stand, accidentally nicking Sue in the process. She cries out, and Georgiy rolls his eyes as she starts to bleed.
“It seems she’s going to be a screamer.”
“She can dish it but can’t take it,” I reply, and Georgiy laughs.
Then it cuts off abruptly, his eyes moving to hers, something sinister moving through those depths.
“It’s a good thing we’re hidden away. No one is going to hear you. Not a single soul. So maybe if you tell us what we want to know, we’ll make it less painful.”
Well, I know that’s not true. We both agreed to it, to take her apart slowly until she’s nothing but bones and flayed skin. But if she believes it and tells us everything we need, then so be it. A little white lie never hurt anyone, right?
Right.
16
GEORGIY
How Bane manages to make such a mess in such a short time is quite confounding. And we haven’t even gotten to the hard parts yet. But still, he’s covered in blood. It’s on his cheeks, his arms, and even some on his knees. It’s making my skin itch.
I want to wash it off, watch the water turn pink as he slowly reappears.
Every inch of skin. Every scar.
“Enough,” I tell him, watching as he waves the woman’s hand in her face. It’s detached from her body, her bone sticking out from her wrist, blood pooling by our feet. He didn’t even use care when sawing it off. Just did it without any thought. But then again, it did make my dick hard when I watched him work.
It seems I’m into him despite the mess.
Or maybe I’m into him because of the mess.
“You sure you don’t have the name of the guy?” he asks Sue again, her sobbing form on the table shaking so badly it’s making the entire thing move. He taps her detached hand against her head, leaving a bloody handprint right against her forehead.
“I don’t have a name. Never a name. Just the locations where I’d meet him.”
“You’re lying!”
“I’m not!” she cries, spittle flying.
“I think she’s telling the truth. If she knew, I think she would have told us,” I say, and Bane stares at me.
“I can’t believe that. Because if that’s true, then we have nothing, really.”
“We have something. She mentioned San Francisco, remember? Right before you took out her knee. We know that’s where she dropped Samvel and Emma off. And that Siren bitch told you about an underground casino in San Francisco. It must be connected.”
He blinks at me and nods, and I touch his bloody chin with my gloved hand. He shivers slightly, rubbing at his stomach.
“We’ll start there. It’s not nothing, umnyashka. It’s a lead. It’s how we find the one behind it all.”
He leans into my touch, his cheek rubbing against my gloved palm.
“I guess you’re probably right.”
“No guessing. Only promises.”
He sighs, those devious little eyes meeting mine. “Okay, but can we still chop her up? I really think she deserves it.”
“Of course, but I’d like to be the one to take out her heart.”
