Her frown gives her away. He was the only member of the cult to provide us with any usable information. He told us where she was working in Arizona and what she was doing. He threw her under the bus, and she knows it.
“You didn’t kill me then. Why would you now?”
Another shot erupts behind us, and she flinches.
“Because this time… you’re fucking with me. And I don’t take prisoners, Madame. I hunt. I leave messages. Then I kill.” I grin. “Just how I was taught back home.”
She swallows as I take her hand, lift it to my lips, and press a slow kiss to her knuckles.
“Pretty nails,” I tell her.
Black daggers. Fitting for the woman who’ll soon bleed for her sins.
“I won’t talk. Just kill me and get it over with.” She smiles, like she’s not asking for death.
I pull back, studying her. “That’s far too easy. You will pay for every woman you destroyed. Every life you’ve ruined. You’re a poison, Madame.”
I slam her hand onto the desk and pull the blade from my boot. Fresh blood still coats the edge.
“And what are you? Some kind of savior?” She says, full of sarcasm, looking at the knife.
I grin. “Yeah. Maybe I am.”
I know I’ve saved at least one person that matters.
“I hunt. What do I do next?” I ask her, looking at her to answer.
“Y-you leave a message.”
I nod.
“You’re a good listener, Madame.” Then, with one swift strike, I sever her little finger. She screams, high and piercing.
“Romeo, pick that up for me.”
He snatches the finger off the floor and positions himself at the door, gun trained on Eve. I dig through the desk and pull out cable ties.
“And now… I’ll take you to my boss, and he can decide if you talk or die.” I bind her wrists and shove her toward Romeo.
I’m hoping Enzo gives us the go-ahead to extract information from her.
“Take her to Inferno. Grab one of our men, and have Enzo check her for trackers. I don’t trust this bitch.”
“Got it,” Romeo confirms.
Taking the finger, I storm back down the corridor.
“We got Madame Eve,” I tell the twins, stepping over two bodies.
“Holy shit,” Rowan mutters.
Bella is going to want a turn with Madame Eve. And she’ll get it. The twins’ girl has fire and precision, the perfect combination for breaking monsters.
The bar falls quiet as we return. It’s only our men left now.
“Rowan, go grab the machetes from the trunk,” I order, scanning at least twenty corpses.
“Any of our men hurt?” I ask Finn.
