“Weak. Fucking. Cunt,” he said through clenchedteeth.
Denise sighed and stood up. “Oh, Jeffrey. That mistake is going to be a painful one. I know how to keep you in an excruciating amount of pain. I was trained by the best. Or the worst, depending on how you want to look atit.”
“You think my club is going to let you get away with this? Doesn’t matter if you get your brats back or not, you’re dead.” He turned his head to follow her as she circled around himagain.
Ignoring his threat, she rested her elbows on his shoulders. “That was your throttle hand. It’s going to be incredibly difficult to ride a motorcycle with a shattered wrist. It may never heal right.” She pressed down, putting pressure on the wound in his shoulder. “Tell me where my kidsare.”
“Fuck.You.”
She gave him credit for holding out. He reeked of fear and sweat beaded on hisforehead.
“Do you know where the phrase, “so scared I shit my pants” comes from? No? See, it’s tied to the body’s fight-or-flight response. Your brain will start diverting all efforts to that response and will cause your body to shut down non-essential functions. Like pissing and shitting. You’ll get to that point eventually.” She released the pressure from his shoulders. “Everyonedoes.”
Fucking with his head would get him to share the information as fast as the physical pain she was going to put him through. In most circumstances it was more effective than physical torture, but she didn’t have that kind of time to dedicate to getting what sheneeded.
Swinging the hammer from behind, she brought it down on his other wrist. That time he criedout.
“Every time you refuse to tell me where my kids are, I’m going to hurt you,” she said. “It may be something small. It may be something big. Either way, I’m going to keep you alive while maximizing the pain. Where are mykids?”
“Suck my dick,” he managed to gritout.
Sighing, she dropped the hammer and rounded the front of the chair, kneeling on the dick he’d told her to suck, pushing all her weight through her knee. “Gonna be kind of hard to do that when I rip it out by the root, Jeffrey. Bet my dogs would love it though. I wonder what it would be like to watch your own dick be chopped up into dog food. Of course, not being a guy, it’s hard for me to process thatimage.”
She lifted the back of her shirt and pulled out her gun, pressing it against the top of his knee. “But first, do you know what a nine millimeter bullet will do to a kneecap at point blank range? Me neither, but I’m willing to find out in three…two…”
“Alright! Alright! They’re at Eddie’s mom’s house inFayetteville.”
“Address.”
He rattled off the address and she removed her knee and the gun. She patted him on the cheek. “Don’t go anywhere, Jeff. I’ll be back if you’re lying tome.”
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and sank to the floor. Sprocket was on her immediately, snout in her neck. Denise wrapped her arms around the dog and sobbed into her fur. Sprocket licked the side of her face and whined. Pulling away from the warm tongue, she wiped away her tears. Someone had to go get Kimber andKaden.
She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and dialed Chris’snumber.
He answered on the second ring. “Everythingokay?”
“They’re at Eddie’s mom’s house,” shesaid.
“How do you knowthat?”
“I can’t answer thatquestion.”
Silence for several seconds. “Do you know theaddress?”
She told him the address Jeffrey had given her and heard him speaking to someoneelse.
“Alright. We’re checking it out. I’ll call youback.”
“Okay.Thanks.”
“Denise.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you need help? With how you got thatinformation?”
This couldn’t touch him. There was no good way out of that scenario for either of them. He’d either be forced to arrest her or compromise his principles and put his job atrisk.
