Good thing he was a masochist.
Sweet pain was something he understood.
Kace clenched his jaw, the strange heat in his chest growing at the thought of Eva being his.
“You ready, Red?” Marshall smirked, leading him to the concrete dungeon below The Vault.
Kace shook himself from any thoughts of Eva, not wanting to distract himself when he had a job to do. A chain rattled, a rasping voice calling for help from deep within the darkened hole.
Eva’s ex-boyfriend appeared from the dark, his black, dilated eyes scanning across the room, searching for help that wouldn’t come. His skin was as pale as paper with deep bruises set beneath his eyes. All of his humanity had been stripped, leaving only his most primitive instincts as he snarled and twisted in the chains.
Kace crouched, bringing himself face to face with the man that had turned Eva. He smiled, reaching over to wrap his hand around his throat, trying to pull him to his feet. Except the chain attached to the metal chair beneath stopped him from rising fully.
“Lucas Whitlock,” Marshall said. “Slimy fucker, but we’ve had some great fun over the past few days, haven’t we Bud? Twat even has his initials carved into a ring.”
Kace didn’t care for his name, he just wanted his screams, his blood. Without a word he released Lucas’s throat, only to grab a small knife and strike it down into his knee.
Lucas screamed as he sagged back down, and Kace closed his eyes, listening to the sound.
Fucking beautiful.It was what he needed, what he craved to calm his beast. Turning the handle he broke the blade, leaving it deep inside.
“Please!” Lucas rasped out a cry. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just make it stop.”
Marshall laughed. “We’ve discussed this, Bud. You’re here because my friend wants something from you. And what can I say? I’m a people pleaser.” He lit a cigarette, the orange glow creating cruel shadows across his face.
“I’ve got money, lots of money,” he hissed. “Let me go and I’ll make you rich!”
Marshall reached over with his cigarette, placing the burning end to Lucas’s cheek. “This prick wasn’t difficult to find. He likes to gamble, and is in a lot of debt to some big fucking players.”
Kace reached for another blade, pulling it down his thigh to leave a trail of blood. He had fought many vampires, their bodies exceedingly tough and able to take more damage than any other Breed. He couldn’t fucking wait.
“What do you know about the Vipers?” Kace asked calmly.
Lucas’s eyes widened. “The Vipers? I… I don’t know any Vipers.”
Kace licked across his bottom lip, cocking his head. “Let’s try that question again.” He pressed harder, cutting up the opposite thigh and began peeling the skin back layer by layer.
“Please!” Lucas begged, trying to yank himself free, his hands curling to fists. “Please, the Lord will kill me!”
“Then you’re useless to me.” Kace pulled back, only to gesture to Marshall.
“Wait!”
Kace paused, hiding his smile.
“The Vipers run the Pits. The head is Augustine, he organises the events. I run the money sometimes. Please, I can help you with whatever you want, just don’t kill me.”
“The Pits have had a sudden… closure.” Kace began, flicking the bloodied blade in the air and catching it again. “How can I contact Augustine?”
A strangled sound, the metal chair screeching as Lucas fought to be free. His strength had been zapped the longer they kept him from feeding, his remaining energy trying to heal the wounds that Marshall already inflicted. Kace swallowed the jealousy, wanting to be the only one to have hurt him. To have made him suffer.
“Last chance,” Kace warned, trailing his blade up Lucas’s chest to press against the hollow of his throat. “How can I contact Augustine?”
Recognition flared in his eyes, mixed with confusion as a hiss spit from his mouth.
“Ah,” Kace said, unable to control his smile. “So, you do recognise me.”
“That bitch isn’t even fucking…”
