“That can be arranged,” Dimitri says, making her eyes widen. She glances back over her shoulder, making me sigh.
“If you run, we chase, then you end up with our cocks inside you again,” I declare.
“Fuck you.”
“Such a filthy mouth you have,” I taunt.
“You didn’t mind when it was wrapped around your cock,” she claps back.
“Touchè, rabbit,” I purr, making her glare back at me.
“You’ve made your choice,” Vegah says, then stalks forward, grips her arm and drags her back to the house. She tries to get free of his hold, but he just continues to drag her after him with me and Dimitri following behind.
He drags her down the hallway where we first cornered her, then presses his thumb on the panel by the third door on the right. It clicks open.
“I’m not fucking touching any of you son of—” She snaps her mouth shut when he shoves her inside and she sees she’s in a bathroom. She spins around and faces us with a confused look on her face.
“Clean yourself up. You look like shit,” I snap, then yank the door closed. The second she is secured behind the door, we all remove our masks, I scrub a hand down my face and flick my head for them to follow me into the kitchen. I grab a glass of water and down the contents in two gulps.
“This place really needs to be cleaned up,” Dimitri says.
Vegah shakes his head. “No. It’s not meant to be appealing. The people brought here are supposed to fear it, not admire it.”
“Fuck the house,” I snap, drawing both their attention to me. “We need to get the bitch to talk. We’re running out of time.”
“We have five days before she has to appear in court,” Dimitri says.
“What happens if she doesn’t give up the intel in five days?” I push.
Vegah’s face contorts and I know the thought of not getting what he needs isn’t something he’s used to. “She’s too high profile to let go. She either talks or she winds up dead and buried in the woods. Those are her options. Without the prosecutor, they don’t have a case.”
“The first person they are going to blame is your brother,” Dimitri adds.
“We’ll deal with that when it happens. Until then we focus on getting her to talk by any means,” Vegah growls, then stalks out of the room.
We decided to leave her locked in the bathroom last night. Her fists pounded against the door and her screams filled the empty hallway, but none of us felt an ounce of guilt. She needs to break, we need to find what her limit is and snap it. The ideal outcome of this situation would be that she gives us the intel she has so we can eliminate the leak.
We have a snitch in our midst.
Someone is fucking talking and we need to find out who it is—fast. We’ve followed her for weeks, trying to figure out who her source is but we’ve never seen anyone we know meet with her.
“Are we feeding her?” I ask as we stand around the kitchen the next morning. Vegah just shoots me a blank look, then goes back to checking his emails on his phone. I roll my eyes anddecide to feed her. It’s not much, just a turkey sandwich. Dimitri makes her a coffee, then we both pull our masks on and make our way toward the bathroom she is being held in.
I hold the plate in one hand while I use the thumb on the other to press against the scanner. The door unlocks instantly. I push it open and step into the room. I look around for her but see nothing. Dimitri stands beside me not uttering a single word as we look around the room.
“Where the fuck is she?” I snap.
“Fuck!” Dimitri yells and points to a small window above the sink that would barely fit a toddler. All the doors and windows in here are sealed with a scanner, but the bitch smashed the fucking glass! I guess no one thought to reinforce it because of how high up it is, but it’s clear our fucking prosecutor is smarter than all the other bitches that have been brought here!
I drop the fucking plate, not caring that it smashes on the ground, and run into the kitchen. Vegah snaps his head and frowns at the sight of me.
“What?” he snaps.
“She’s gone!” I snarl as I rush toward the front door. I press my thumb on the scanner, then yank it open and rush around the side of the house where the bathroom backs onto and snarl at the sight of the towel on the ground.
“How the fuck did she get out that window?” Vegah shouts, then dials a number on his phone as Dimitri joins us.
“I’ll search the woods. She couldn’t have gone far,” he says, then takes off running. I push my mask up to rest on the top of my head and face my uncle.
