Page 162 of Forged in the Fire


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If that motherfucker had flipped…

Anger boiled, closing off my throat, and I dug the knife in a little deeper.

Dickbag gritted his teeth, specks of spittle flying from his mouth as he tried to guard himself from the pain.

“If you don’t start talking, I’m going to let my friend here have a little visit with you.” I tipped my head toward Phoenix. “And I promise you, you don’t want that. I’m much nicer than him.”

I gave him a smile.

All teeth.

He thrashed, yanking at his bindings.

“Fighting isn’t going to help you. Confessions are. Now why did Kent really send you?”

When he didn’t answer, I slashed the knife across his cheek.

Deep.

Agony blistered from his being, and he finally shouted, “To deliver his message!”

His breaths heaved, his skin drenched with sweat and blood and pee. The stank of his fear filling up the room. “He wants you to know there is no escaping him. Wants you to know that you belong to him.”

“And why were you taking Brinley?”

Asshole went mute.

I lifted my arm and hacked the knife three times into the top of his thigh.

Howls of agony banged and ricocheted against the walls before the words began to tumble from his mouth.

“Because I recognized her when I saw her with you, and I knew that slimy prick Dereck was up to something. Figured the boss would be happy to see me show up with something extra.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I kept the knife poised high, words slashing demands from my mouth. “You tell him she’s here already?”

Did Kent know we were coming for him?

For all of them?

Were the pieces coming together and Kent was realizing Dereck was about to mete the kind of betrayal that could never be taken back?

Sweat poured from the scum’s hairline. “No. I…I did it on my own,” he rasped.

He was now nearly completely covered in blood.

Streams dripping to the ground below him.

“I thought he’d move me up from this grunt position to the place where I belong once he saw the initiative I was taking.”

Initiative.

Fucking twisted bastard.

The rage that had held me in chains since my sister had been taken spun me into tumult.