"Why didn't you tell us you were meeting Wes this morning? It isn't like you to keep so many secrets."
Secrets were costly. It was one of the many reasons I was so strongly against them. But lately, the thought of sharing every little detail was becoming a nuisance. I didn't know what that said for us as a team.
"He didn't tell me why he wanted to meet. I figured I would see what he wanted first and then go from there."
"And what's your plan for Mason?"
I glanced in the rearview mirror to the man in question. He hadn't moved an inch during the drive. "To torture him until I get the information I want."
I didn't havethe patience to leave Mason to stew as long as I wanted. This confrontation was a long time in the making and dragging it any longer would likely torture me more than anything I could do to him.
"And here I thought you were going to leave me alone all day." Mason leaned over to look around me. "Just you? Where's everyone else?"
Mason was tied to a chair. His arms were locked behind him and each leg was strapped down.
"We both know I don't need any help dealing with you but don't worry. I'm sure they will stop in at some point to keep me from killing you too soon."
There was already a bruise forming on his jaw from where I hit him earlier. His face would look a hell of a lot worse by the time I was done. I had a pair of brass knuckles with his name on them in my pocket.
"This is a waste of your time. I don't know anything."
"You don't even know what I'm going to ask."
Mason rolled his eyes. "We both know why I'm here, so let's just get this over with."
I can't kill him yet. I can't kill him yet. I can't kill him yet.
I chanted the words in my head over and over again. I was catching on to Mason's game. He was going to piss me off so Iwould end this quickly. I refused to give him that. I wanted to prolong this for as long as possible.
Digging my hands in my pocket, I pulled out the brass knuckles and slid them onto my fingers.
"Some things never change." Mason glanced down at my hand. "I see brass knuckles are still your favorite tool."
"Why mess with a proven track record?"
"I'm only going to say this once. I don't know anything."
"We'll see about that."
I took out years’ worth of frustration on Mason's face. I rained down punch after punch. I listened as bones cracked and metal met flesh.
I didn't bother stopping until I was forcefully pulled off him.
"Enough!" Sloane threw me backward. I barely caught myself before I could slam into the metal wall. "Are you trying to kill him before you even get started?"
"I barely touched him." Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. Making my muscles swell and the need for even more blood.
"Are you serious right now?" Sloane threw her hand out. "Look at his damn face."
Blood dripped from a cut above Mason's eye. He had a bloody nose and a split lip. To be honest, his face looked like mincemeat, but it didn't stop him from running his mouth. "Is that the best you got?" The words were slurred, but he got his point across.
"See, he's fine."
I wiped the blood from my brass knuckles off on my cargo pants before shoving them back in my pocket. Grabbing the knife from my thigh, I began to rotate the blade between my fingers.
"Tell me where to find Nova's body."
Mason attempted to spit blood from his mouth, but it merely dribbled down his jaw. "I don't know. I didn't know seven years ago, and I sure as hell don't know now."
