Page 91 of Slaughter

My blood starts to boil, and I see red. I lift my gun and place it on the back of his neck. “Actually, I do.” My voice vibrates with my anger.

His body stiffens, and I yank the phone from his hand. I place it to my ear. “Who the fuck is this?” I demand.

Click.

I hand the cell to my brother. “Find out who that number belongs to.”

He takes it and walks away, heading to the office in the front of the building. He’s our tech guy. If there’s a trace, he’ll find it. I have no doubt. Now I’m glad I didn’t shoot him in my study.

“Where is she?” I demand.

“I don’t know …”

“Don’t play fucking dumb!” I shout and then hit him on the back of the head with my gun. He falls to his knees. “Next time, I’ll shoot you.”

He turns on his knees to face me and Kayn. He too has his gun pulled and trained on Darrell, and he starts to laugh. “You think you two scare me?” He shakes his head. “You’re not as big as you think you are, Avery.”

I start to pull back on the trigger, my gun still trained at his head.

“Dead men can’t speak, sir,” Kayn announces, getting my attention.

“Injured ones can,” I say and fire the gun.

The power behind the bullet sends him falling back onto the concrete floor. The sound bouncing off the open warehouse, momentarily deafening me. He grabs his right arm, screaming out as blood starts to pour from the wound.

Then I pull the trigger again and shoot the other one. “Now. Talk,” I order.

His lips pull back, hissing in a breath. “She’s as good as dead.”

“You better hope that’s not the case.” I will set this town on fucking fire! I will burn every person until I get to one who tells me where the fuck she is! The devil himself would be impressed with how determined I will be.

He looks up at me, eyes narrowing. “If she’s not already, then she’s praying for it.”

I kick him in the face, and his head snaps back. “Fucking tell me where she is!”

He moans, falling onto his side. The smell of his blood getting stronger by the minute. I usually revel in it. Savor it. But I don’t have the time right now. He is right. Is she fighting to live? Has she already given up?

“Did you give her to Damon?” I demand.

He lets out a strangled laugh. “Why do so many of you guys want that bitch? Is she that good of a fuck?”

My jaw tightens, his words letting me know that it wasn’t Damon. Who else would fucking want her? And what do they plan on doing with her? I lower my gun and look at Kayn. “I need a few things.”

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“I won’t tell you where she is,” he snarls, shaking his head. “Never.”

“We’ll see,” I say, removing my Rolex from my wrist. Then I undo the buttons on my sleeves and roll them up to my elbows.

He sits in a metal chair in the center of the warehouse with his wrists tied to the back legs. Blood runs down both arms to the floor, and his head hangs forward.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” I inform him in case he doesn’t already know.

His only response is a grunt.

“Kayn, why don’t you help him out? Don’t want him to bleed to death before we’re done.”

Kayn walks over to him and digs his hands into the bucket by Darrell’s feet. He grabs a hand full of the contents and then places them on his arm over the bullet wound.

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