Page 16 of Sabotage

“You’d be wrong about that, you little pencil dick.” I grunt and hit him again on the opposite thigh. “You’ll tell me because either way, you’re gonna die today, but what you tell me determines the pain you experience before you take your last breath.”

I take a step back and toss the sledgehammer to Grimm before pulling my knife from its sheath. “Now, tell us what we want to know.” Checking the sharpness of the blade, I move in once again, circling the fucker, to stand behind him. Gripping his hair in one hand, I bring the knife around and run the tip along his jawline. “You gonna talk, or do I keep playing?”

“Man named Bishop told me.”

Bishop.

Of course.

Name of the man we hadn’t yet faced but have heard plenty about. Don’t know if he did it himself or had someone do it, but he was behind Peyton’s sister’s death. Good riddance, but he’s also up to no good with a broker who has the women up for auction.

“Why’d he tell you?” I demand, digging the blade a little deeper.

“Because I owned her first. She was mine, and the contract stipulated that if she was ever free, she comes back to me. They were going to sell her again. I couldn’t let that happen. She’s mine, and I was gonna keep her this time.”

“You keep saying she’s yours, but she ain’t.” I sneer, dip down, and whisper at his ear. “She’s mine, and that ain’t gonna change, you pencil dick.”

“Fuck you,” Roy grits out somewhat panting.

“No, thanks, you ain’t my type.” I give his hair a tug and draw the blade across his cheek, digging in and slicing through it like butter. “You need to tell me about these powerful people.”

“Like I said, they’ll know you took me and be coming after you.”

There’s no missing the fact Roy’s all but sobbing and that he’s pissed his pants. I hope he doesn’t end up shitting himself. I’m not in the mood to have to smell him like that.

“Tell us who they are,” Viking orders, stepping forward. Guess he’s done with the dipshit as much as I am.

“You’ll know when they come for you,” Roy says, “They’ll be coming, and they won’t stop until they have what they want. Bishop never loses. Never. It’s why he’s who he is and commands the men he does. You’ll never win this. You’ll lose them. All of them. Kill me now ‘cause I ain’t about to share anything else.”

We know this to be true a moment later when Roy shocks us all by biting his damn tongue off. Sick shit, but I guess he meant it when he said he was done talking and didn’t intend to give anymore.

Bringing the blade across his throat, I slice through, feeling his blood coat my fingers along the way and release his hair.

“Dude bit his own tongue off,” Warrant states in disbelief. “Didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Who the fuck is this Bishop character?” Risk demands.

“The man who’s behind this,” Viking answers.

“A real pain in the ass,” Ice remarks, sneering.

“The man behind the brokers who do his dirty work,” Maverick adds.

“We need to find the bastard, and we need to do it fast. This shit needs to stop.” I snarl, more than ready to get out there and find this Bishop character.

“Maybe we should take my sister back to Florida.”

I spin to face Warrant, glaring. “You so much as even attempt it, and we’ll have problems.”

“She ain’t safe here,” he argues.

“She won’t be safe anywhere until the threat is taken care of. You try to take her, I’ll fight to keep her with me. More than that, she won’t let you take her away from here. To her, this is home.”

“He’s right,” Maverick pipes in. “I’ve lived with her long enough to know she won’t let anyone take her away from where she feels safe. Not without a fight.”

“Well, fuckwad here took her,” Warrant states, holding an arm out toward Roy’s dead body.

“If he hadn’t run her off the road, he wouldn’t have gotten her.” I remind him. “You don’t know your sister anymore. With the hell she’s been through, Warrant, she’s learned to take care of herself. She managed to get away from him because we made sure she knew how.” I made sure she’d taken some sort of self-defense class. She didn’t have to get into it like Nevaeh did, but she needed to know how to take care of herself if trouble were to come at her. Though she doesn’t know I was behind it, that’s going to stay a secret.

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