“Fuck you,” he spits, saliva dripping down his chin as his face almost reaches the same shade as the liquid leaking over his hands where he grips his injury.
“Not my type.” I put another bullet through his hand clutching his already fucked knee. He doesn’t even manage a scream, the pain taking his breath away.
Someone needs to take this damn gun off me.
“I don’t ask twice,” I growl.
“The…The Montgomerys…Th-They control everything.”
“Old information. Tell me something useful.”
His trembling hand hovers above his knee, blood crawling down his arm like ropes as he stares at it. “My fucking hand!”
I heave a breath. “Answer the fucking question, and I’ll maybe let you keep the other intact.”
“Barry K-Kensington…and his wife. Me. W-We’re in it too.”
The mention of them raises my hackles. “So you’ll know his sister-in-law?”
“What-t?”
I don’t answer him, just keep my expression vacant.
He goes silent, breathing harshly as the adrenaline rushes through his body. It breaks the patience my father taught me, and I send another bullet into his remaining hand. “Fuuuuck!”
“As much as I’m enjoying our time together, I have somewhere to be.”
“Yes! I f-fucking know her.”
“And do you remember what you did? How you spoke to her?”
I crouch down in front of him, watching the blood seep all over his once white shirt crumpled beneath him. “You made her out to be a liar. Her and her friend. You knew all along they were telling the truth. Even covered up their other friend’s fake murder.”
The first tear slips from his cheek, the convulsions threatening to take over as he struggles for a breath. Watching his suffering, the way the blood paints almost every inch of him red, eases the tension in my shoulders.
Just a little bit.
“I had to,” he hisses through spit, his dark eyes glaring nothing but utter loathing at me.
“Why?”
I know why. I just want to see how much information I can get out of him. “That’s…how it works. It’s my o-oath to them.”
My snicker is nothing short of morbid. “I don’t recall the police academy having that in their sign-up brochure.”
Patterson loses his own patience with me, spit flying from his mouth as he barks through his words. “It’s my blood oath. I took it after g-graduation. It’s passed down from generations. Louisa’s s-sister would have joined if she…”
A cold chill runs down my spine. “If she what?”
If this motherfucker says anything about her becoming one of their captives, I’ll pull his spinal cord out with my bare hands.
He doesn’t answer—not with speech.
The bastardlaughs.
He rolls onto his back as he fights the pain, knocking the bedside table, causing the amber light to rattle a shadow spread across the wall.
My hand reaches for his neck, shaking him violently. “Fucking tell me!” I stick the barrel of the silencer into his groin in warning, but all his eyes do is roll, his skin looking extremely pale.
