“She will.” He stuck his crooked long nail in her thigh and twisted it. She shrieked so loud it hurt my ears. Then, with the other hand, he engraved his name with hellfire on her chest. “They all do.”
She flounced as if she was being electrocuted. I approached, waving the blade in her face. “Why would you go through all of this pain for a piece of shit that used you as bait, left you for us to take so he could escape?”
Her eyes rolled in their cavities as she attempted to smirk. Then she burst into a sharp giggle. The bitch was a bad case of nuts. “He’s coming back for me. We both will enjoy feasting on your filthy blood as we shred you and your coven of mutts and hell dogs to pieces. Then we’ll dance to a bonfire of what’s left of your corpses.”
“Pretty,” I sneered. “Let’s see, it’s been over a day since we took you, and the fucker you call your mate knows exactly where you are. If he is coming for the rescue, what the fuck is he waiting for? Hate to disappoint you, but he isn’t even close to where we are. That’s how much you mean to him.”
“You’re wrong,” she rattled.
“I don’t think I am. But I’d fucking love it if you showed me I was mistaken. So why don’t you call your maker in your ugly head and tell him to come have hisvengeance? We’re all bored here and can use the entertainment.” I stabbed her neck with the poisonous blade. “Or you can just tell me yourself his new address, and I will send him a formal invitation.”
Quivering, she screamed. I left the blade to simmer in her neck and watched. Then I took it out and stabbed her over and over again, her disgusting blood spraying my face and chest. Inferno narrowed wary eyes at me. I rarely had to do the torturing myself. Prez should never get his hands dirty. But I needed to let out some steam.
“Where the fuck is he?” I bellowed.
She sobbed, moving her head closer to my ear. Her stinky breath sent an unpleasant chill through my body, but I stepped as close as I could.
“Go…fuck yourself,” she rasped.
I stared at her for a second and then at the blade in her side. I yanked it out, blood spilling on my boots, and rested it where it would silence the bitch for good. Right in her dead heart. Then I snapped her fucking neck and slashed her throat for the finish. They didn’t call me Slasher for nothing.
“Prez,” Inferno said in shock as the bitch’s dead body petrified, turning grayish blue. “She could have—”
“She could have told us shit. This was a waste of time. She’s more useful dead than alive. If Venom gave any shit about his bitch, he’d show up now.” I nodded at the body. “Burn her.”
“Yes, Prez.”
I held his stare. “If you ever question me again, Inferno, you’ll meet the same destiny.”
He lowered his head with a nod.
“After you get rid of her, I want you to find out what the fuck your shitty dad has planned in hell for Dasher’s sister.”
His head lifted for a split-second and then fell back down. “Yes, Prez.”
I grabbed his neck and smashed his head against the wall. “You already know?”
He raised his hands in surrender. “He came to me last night. He wanted to make a deal, but I said no.”
“What fucking deal?”
CHAPTER 29
VIXEN
Waiting nervously for Malcolm, I clasped my hands behind my head as I stood in the hall. My phone buzzed with a text, vibrating in my skull. Was it another one of his?
The notification had Rav’s name. I swiped swiftly to open the content.
Cracked it. File is only a fragment of a video. Can’t open it unless I get the rest.
With a scowl, I darted to the bedroom and pulled the drawer open. The rest of the fragments must have been on the other drives. A gasp ripped out of my chest when emptiness glared at me. No weird plant. No flash drives. There was absolutely nothing in there. Malcolm must have cleared it when I’d left to work.
I slammed the drawer shut and turned my head. A louder gasp escaped me as I saw my brother standing in the room.
His gaze dipped to the dresser. “You okay, Sis?”
Distraught yet relieved, I stared at the version of my brother my mind couldn’t and would never conceive. I wasn’t afraid he suspected my snooping. I wanted him to know. To speak out. My perturbation came from my fear for my brother, not of him. “No, Malcolm. I’m not okay.” I threw myself into his arms and flung mine around him. He reeked of a terrible smell. One of hospitals and graveyards. “We need to get out of here.”
