Barron binds the men’s hands behind their backs before tying rope around their ankles, securing them in place. The rest of Manning’s crew surround their leader as he stares at the two men.
“Where is Aleksandar Petrov?” Drew asks in a chillingly dark tone.
The men respond in their native Bulgarian.
“We know you all speak English,” Drew says, folding his arms and warning the men with a sharp look.
“Fuck you, yank.” The man sneers and spits, his spittle landing on Drew’s boots.
Drew pulls him to his feet and slams his fist in his face, knocking him to the ground. Drew and Charlie exchange a look before side-eyeing the second man who is trying to put a brave face on, but the dude looks like he just shit his pants.
Charlie kneels and wraps his arm around the man’s neck before nodding at his best buddy. Drew spits on the man’s face before pressing his booted foot firmly down on the man’s left knee. Drew jumps on his leg a couple times, grinning as the man howls in pain. “Ready to talk now?”
More Bulgarian spews from the man’s lips, and Drew casually shoots out his other kneecap before pulling a knife from his calf and slashing at the man’s legs through his clothes.
Drew grabs the man’s shirt and lifts him a few feet off the floor. “Last chance, fuckface, tell me what I want to know, or I’ll make chopped liver of your sniveling ass.”
“I’ll die before I tell you.” He pants, his words littered with pain. Beside him, the second man is visibly trembling, and his face has turned pale.
“Very well. Don’t say you didn’t ask for it,” Drew says dropping the man back to the hard ground.
“He’s a fucking monster,” Andreas says as Drew tears the man’s clothes off and goes to town on him with a knife, slashing and stabbing him from his chest, down through his stomach, his dick, his muscular thighs, right through to his legs and feet.
While Drew is making mincemeat of his flesh, Barron is choking the man to the brink of death and then releasing him so he’s fully aware of every injury being inflicted.
“He’s fucking beautiful,” I retort, knowing it’s all kinds of sick to be aroused watching a man carve up another.
“You have issues.”
“I know,” I readily admit, silently fist pumping the air as Drew drives the knife repeatedly into the man’s chest, wallowing in the blood and flesh covering his clothes as he violently murders the man long past his ability to breathe. “But never forget these men are far from innocent. They work for Petrov. They know what he does. The misery he inflicts on other humans. Manning is doing the world a favor wiping one more prick from existence.”
“I’ll tell you!” the other man shrieks, bending his head and bowing toward Drew. “I’ll tell you where Petrov’s son is!”
“Speak and I’ll spare your life,” Drew says, yanking the man’s head back. “Lie to me or try to trick me, and I’ll do worse to you.” Drew’s face and gorgeous hair are streaked with blood, and he has never looked more fucking sexy to me.
I want to straddle his powerful body and impale myself on his cock while we bathe in the blood of our enemies.
I know. I know.
Issues.
“There is a secret room behind the shelving unit in the library. Alexsandar will be hiding there.”
Anderson and Hunt take off with two men, disappearing inside the house as Drew issues orders to the rest of his men.
Drew’s friends return a few minutes later with a tall, lanky teenage boy. He looks terrified, but he’s trying to project confidence not fear. “My father will gut you for this.”
“He can try.” Drew grins at the boy as he raises his gun and shoots the man on the ground through the head. He slumps forward, instantly dead, but that doesn’t stop Manning from peppering his body with bullets.
The boy barely flinches, and it’s clear he hasn’t been sheltered the same way my brother has. The thought of Arlo has me moving my rifle in Drew’s direction. Manning might be a perfect sexy beast, but I won’t let him hurt that boy. It’s not Alexsandar’s fault he was born into this life, and until he’s old enough to make his own decisions, I refuse to hold him accountable.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Drew tells him as if he senses the threat to his life coming from the water tower. “I’m taking you so I can bargain with your father for information I need. You don’t need to be scared. You will be well taken care of.”
“Oh shit!” Andreas’s panicked tone causes goose bumps to sprout over my arms.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss, spotting the armed men creeping up on the house from outside, hidden behind the tall stone walls. I have no clue where they have come from, but there are more than enough to outnumber Manning, and things are about to get real.
“Warn them!” I scream.
