“I need information on your family.”
My pulse spikes.He sees it, his eyes darting to my throat.
“They’re dead,” I say carefully.
“You don’t know that.”
If he wants to torture me, this is how to do it.
He found me a few miles downstream from Hoss.He could’ve easily flown over our lost cabin in the hills and spotted Leo, Kody, and Frankie.
Is that where he goes when he’s not here?Does he hurt them with that scalpel?
No.
Fuck that.
Holding onto any hope that they survived would put me at his mercy.I know this and still can’t stop myself from asking, “Are they alive?”
“Answer my questions, and I’ll answer yours.”
“What questions?”
“Denver raised three boys, but only one is his biological son.Who is it?”
This is news to me, but something tells me he already knows.
“I could answer.”I wet my lips.“But I’d hate to ruin your dramatic reveal.”
“How generous of you.However, I prefer my revelations to be slow and dripping.”His gaze sharpens.“Like blood from an open wound.”
“Ah.So this is when you show off your wicked scalpel skills.Got it.Totally unnecessary, by the way.Not to mention, unhinged and—”
“Put your wrists in the shackles.”
I glance at the handcuffs hanging on the bars between us, my pulse hammering.“If I don’t?”
“I’ll feed your brothers to the wolves in pieces.”
“See, that’s just rude.”My voice shakes, but I force my expression into emptiness.
They’re not alive.They’re not alive.The twat is bluffing.
“Shackles, Wolfson.”
“Proof of life, Doc.”I cross my arms.“I need to see that all three are breathing and safe before I let you have your way with me.”
Good thing he can’t provide that proof because I’m not going anywhere near those cuffs.
He removes his phone, taps the screen, and angles it toward me.
The air flees my lungs as I scan the online news article.
The fuck?
My heart stops and restarts.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
