Zayntsked. “Not the answer I want.” He jammed his elbow into Goldie’s jaw and thecrackechoed around the forest.
Goldie screamed and the sound transformed into warmth in my chest. Good. He should hurt. I wanted to hear every second of it. He struggled against the ropes, but nothing he could do would help. There were a few things I was good at and tying knots was one of them. Dad had taught me as a kid when we’d gone camping.
“Scream, piggy. Scream.” Zayn’s laugh went straight to my dick. It was mean and dangerous and so fucking sexy. “I’m going to gut you and watch you bleed to death.”
“Please. I got money. I can pay you.” Goldie flopped forward, and I liked that he couldn’t see Zayn. This asshole didn’t deserve to lay eyes on my Daddy again.
“If you think we’re doing this for cash, then you’re dumber than I thought.” Zayn slapped him across the face, and Goldie’s head flew to the side.
Blood beaded on his lip where it’d split and it was shiny under the lights from our headbands. Beautiful. I’d always been intrigued by blood when I entered the underground fights, but this was different. More exciting.
“Come here, boy.” Zayn held his hand out to me, and I stepped toward him, leaves rustling under my boots. I stopped beside him, and he grasped my face, dragging me down for ahard kiss I melted into. His taste was addicting and I needed more. Hungered for it. “You’re such a good boy.”
I preened under his praise and a shot of desire zapped through me, landing in my balls. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Goldie made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat and struggled against the ropes again. “You sick fucks. Let me go and I won’t fuck you up.”
Zayn broke our kiss to laugh, the deep rawness gripping my heart. He’d captured me in a whirlwind of feelings and I had no desire to leave the vortex. Although, right now it felt more like a tornado.
“Let’s have some fun with him, boy.” He winked as he threw his bag on the ground and crouched, pulling out some tools that made me grimace. Pliers, a hammer, and a few different kinds of knives. I wouldn’t like to be in Goldie’s position right now.
Once Zayn had what he wanted out of the bag, he grabbed the pliers first and stood, stepping in closer to Goldie. “This is how it’s going to work. You’re going to tell me what I want to know. If you don’t, I am going to rip off every one of your fingernails. Then, I’m going to do the same to your toenails. If you still don’t tell me who your supplier is, I’m going to cut off your fingers. Perhaps your nipples, too. They’re always fun.”
The apple in Goldie’s throat jumped as he swallowed deeply and he raised his chin as though he was trying to see us through his glued eyes. That wasn’t going to work.
“I don’t have a name for you,” Goldie snapped.
I smiled, a wave of delight sweeping through me. It should’ve scared me how excited I was to see a man get tortured, but it didn’t. Not after he’d killed my mom.
Zayn glanced at me, and while I couldn’t see his face clearly under the bright light, I couldfeelhis smirk on my skin. He enjoyed this part. “All right, boy, are you ready to see Daddy work?”
I shivered. “Yes, Daddy. Show me.”
He slipped around to the back of the tree where I’d tied Goldie’s arms. I shifted to get a better look as he seized one of Goldie’s hands and bent it back so he could get to his fingernails. Goldie struggled, a whimper spilling from him, but the sounds of desperate cries didn’t stop Zayn as he grasped Goldie’s thumbnail with the pliers and yanked.
Goldie screamed and it echoed through the trees. Owls hooted, as though responding to his pain, and I grinned so widely it hurt my face. My foot tapped and it took all my effort to make myself stop. My fingertips buzzed.
Zayn rounded the tree again, bloody nail firmly in place between the pliers’ teeth. He showed me, and I bit my lip to stop from moaning. How fucked up was I? “We’ve only just begun, Goldie. Be kind to yourself and tell us who your supplier is.”
Goldie whimpered. “You’re going to kill me anyway.”
Zayn hummed in agreement. “But what kind of death do you want? The fast kind or the one where I tear you apart inch by inch? Because we’ve got all night. Trust me. Your son will never find you. No one will. Hell, I’m not even sure he’ll look.”
Goldie’s teeth rattled as a full-body shiver swept through him. It was delicious to see him so afraid. “Why? What have I done to you?”
Rage joined the festivities in my stomach and I stalked forward, grabbing his throat and shoving him back against the tree.
He hissed.
“You killed my mom, that’s what you did. You sold her meth in return for her letting you fuck her. She never did drugs, but then you sold them to her and she drove our car into a fucking tree. This is vengeance.”
He laughed, and the noise sent me rearing back in surprise. I hated that he couldn’t see me and know who I was, but maybenow he remembered. “Are you fucking kidding me, kid? The Lakeview whore? Everyone’s had a ride.”
My fist moved on its own and met his cheek in a brutal punch. His head went flopping to the side, blood and spit flying from his mouth. I did the same to the other cheek and listened with pleasure as another cry left him. Anger was like poison in my veins, growing and feeding off my torment. I wanted him to hurt as much as he hurt me and Ginny andMom.
Exhaling deeply, I forced myself back, nearly tumbling with the movement. I looked at Zayn. “Pull all his fingernails off, Daddy. Make him scream.”
“As you wish, boy. I’ll have him singing just for you.”
