So we let her flee the room to soothe the growing rage inside of her.
Chapter
Eighteen
CASSIDY
When I’m scared,I fight. I’m not sure where in my life this trigger was pulled, but it’s been this way for most of my life. I’ll act out, pick a fight, and end up carried over one of my alpha’s shoulders to spar until the rage dissipates enough that I can be hate fucked against a wall.
As I stride into the main section of the warehouse, I grin.
“Who brought me fun toys to play with?” I ask.
“Oh, shit,” Drego mutters under his breath. He’s newer, but I’m sure rumors circulate. Pack Tremaine isn’t to be fucked with. “Dealer’s choice. Bat, knife, ax, or bullwhip?”
“Oooh. I’m in a mood. I’ll take the whip, please.”
Henri hands me the weapon, motioning for everyone to back up. Matilda is hanging from a hook, crying from two already swelling eyes. The guys didn’t waste time getting to work.
“Since you enjoy hurting people who you perceive to be weak, I want to see how you can handle me,” I say without sympathy.
No one’s gagged the bitch yet, and she screams obscenities at me.
“You can’t do this! You don’t understand, Clara is desperate. She made me do this?—”
“Not interested,” I mutter, bringing my hand up and flicking my wrist to hit her in the face with the whip. I have zero shits to give when it comes to this woman.
Although…
“They’re your family. Is money really your only motivation?” I ask her.
“Bellamy’s father took my sister from me,” Matilda snarls. “She was so easy to manipulate, until he came along! I was siphoning money out of her bank account, and she never knew.”
“Why?” I ask, eyes narrowing as I brandish the whip when she tightens her lips to deny me an answer.
“I wouldn’t push her,” Henri growls. “Miss Casey will rip your intestines out of your body and feed them to you.”
“I’ve seen her force feed a man so many laxatives, he shit out his rectum,” another man says with a cruel grin. “That was disgusting and kind of awesome.”
“I see my reputation is glowing as always,” I chuckle. “What’s it gonna be, Matilda?”
“I have a few enemas in this bag,” Drego says nervously. “I’m out of laxatives. I didn’t know it was that kind of party.”
The bubble of laughter in my chest is inappropriate.Do not laugh, Cassidy Alice!
Hearing the memory of my mother’s voice in my head helps me pull it together. Fuck, it’s not Drego’s fault he’s hysterical while boot licking.
“You were asked a question,” Henri says, the bat leaving his hand as he fucking throws it at the bitch.
The breath is knocked out of her as it hits her in the sternum, and I wait like a lady as she catches it again. It takes fucking forever though, so my patience is almost nonexistent at this point.
“He took control of her accounts,” she wheezes. “Alan told her she needed better passwords and locked me out! Helen still had the ability to spend her money as she wanted, but he was poisoning my sister against me.”
“Boo hoo,” I reply, putting my pointer and index finger close together to show a measurement. “See this here? This is the world’s tiniest piece of toilet paper, because I don’t believe your bullshit.”
I let the whip fly again, catching her eye. The blood explodes beautifully, and I smirk as I see that her eyelid is ruined. The skin and tissue around the eye continues to bruise, but her eye no longer has protection.
“Next question,” I say, flicking my ponytail over my shoulder. “Clara’s acting a little desperate. Why is that exactly?”
