Uriel is going to hurt him but I bet Linda will be the worst today.
“Is the fucker pissing himself already?” Lori sighs with disappointment. “Wimp. Just leave him on the toilet and wait for hemorrhoids to pop out, he’ll talk like a canary.”
“No bees up his nostrils or worms shoved in his belly, Little Wasp? You seem to be into that lately.” Gabriel asks Lori.
“Flesh-eating bugs…sound more painful. Hundreds of little beetles burrowing into his skin, sinking their teeth deep, eating him from the inside while he screams in anguish. The asshole needs all the agony we can inflict on him.” Lori looks like a bloodthirsty little squirrel. His vividly portrayed story works on the donor, though. He’s crying now, big, fat tears are rolling down his red cheeks.
“Can you get those bugs in the next three minutes? My knives are craving blood.” Uriel turns his empty eyes toward the wailingprick. Then he opens one of the plastic drawers from the cart and takes a pack of cigarettes out. That flimsy cart is seriously out of place here.
He takes one out and lights it. Since when does he smoke?
“I’ll t-tell you…whatever y-you want t-to know. Please,” his stuttering voice breaks as more waterworks come out.
Linda grabs his chin, sinking her nails into the skin of his cheeks. “Meghan Bear-Stone. You are going to tell me exactly how you made the poison that put her in a coma. Lie to me, and I’ll cut you into pieces, slowly, forcing you to watch while I’m doing it.”
“Wow.” It comes out of Hunter’s mouth.I called it.
“Can’t believe he bought your story,” I whisper to Lori. Flesh-eating bugs don’t have teeth and only eat dead meat.
“Right? I found that mental torture is fun, too.” Lori blows a curl off his forehead. “But did I sound convincing to you? I have a trial next Monday, and the judge is a tough one.”
“You sounded very convincing,” Gabriel states, pulling Lori near him.
“Your opinion doesn’t count, you are biased,” Lori counters, kissing his chin. “You okay?”
Gabriel’s jaw ticking is the only sign of his…discomfort. He must be really enraged to show it. His face is usually void of any kind of emotion. I like that.
“I haven’t killed anybody in days,” I hear Uriel snarl, towering over the poisoner.
“Idle hands do the devil’s work.” Ramiel nods from his position near the wall.
My brother continues. “I’m a bit…”
“Shaky?” Ramiel offers.
“Impatient,” Lori counters.
“Insane,” I give my opinion.
“Ravenous,” Uriel finally replies, fisting the guy’s head and pushing the blazing hot end of the cigarette onto the guy’s eye. More screams.
I grab my cell and open Sully’s tracking app. He’s moving on campus, going toward the lecture hall. Ren texted me saying he’s already with him. I look at the time. Michael’s lecture will start in fifteen minutes, Sully will be in a crowded room, under Ren’s and Michael’s eyes—and four undercover bodyguards Uriel hired. I should work on Jacob in the meantime.
“We got it!” Ramiel’s sudden shout catches my attention. He’s on the phone with Sariel, listing the poison mix components. The fucker spilled the beans straight away. His left face is covered in cigarette burns, his ear is missing. No, it’s on the floor in a puddle of blood.
“Just kill the dirtbag. Shoot him, cut his throat. The end.” I try to hurry the process. Fucking boring.
Thenois unanimous, except Linda, who turns a hostile gaze on me. Her aura of ruthless power could be intimidating, but I know what a real monster looks like and she ain’t it. She comes closer, though.
“He could know something important,” Uriel says.
More bullshit. They just want to vent their fury on someone in place of Nine—nothing wrong with that. But I can clearlysee that this blubbering mess of a pathetic wimp is a nobody. He knows shit. Pretty sure he went underground because Nine wanted him dead. He was good at hiding, I’ll give him that, but this is the end of the road for him.
“Tell me about Phoenix,” Linda orders him. Ramiel is holding the fucker’s hand down while Uriel is ready to drop the hammer down on the next finger. The guy is a bloody mess already.
“Strawberry!” the guy screams, shaking like a leaf, red face covered in snot and tears. “She-she smelled like strawberry, a-a weird s-sweet, artificial s-smell.”
What?
