“Now,” I demand, leaning in close, “tell me where The Commander is.”
I jab the cattle prod into his thigh again.
“Ugh!” His body jerks, muscles spasming as a black mark blooms on his skin.
The smell of singed flesh wafts through the air.
“Getting used to it yet?” I ask, my voice steady, almost teasing.
“You’re fucking insane,” he gasps, sweat dripping down his forehead.
“Yeah, I am,” I reply, pressing harder. “That should be more motivation to give me what I want.”
“Fuck you,” he growls, though the defiance in his eyes is dimming.
“Tell me where he is!” I scream, trying to seem as terrifying as possible.
He shakes his head, teeth gritted, but I see the cracks forming.
“How many more do you think you can take?” I taunt, stepping closer again.
“Go to hell!” he barks.
“I’ve already been there!” I shoot back, striking with the prod once more.
Hours blend together.
My focus narrows to the rhythm of his pain and my determination.
“Stop! Please!” he finally yells, desperation creeping into his voice.
“Only if you tell me what I want to know.”I say, leaning in closer, my breath cool against his heated skin. “I want the address of The Commander’s safehouse.”
“Fine! Just stop!” He winces, raw fear etched on his face. “I’ll give it to you!”
“Then spit it out,” I urge, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Please... just cut it out already!” His voice trembles.
“Tell me where he is!”
“Just give me a minute!” He fights for breath, and I hold my ground, ready for anything.
“Time’s up,” I warn, inching the prod closer.
“Okay! Fine!” His voice breaks, surrender spilling from his lips. “It’s in Northern Montana!”
I lean closer, my heart pounding. “What’s the address?”
“Just let me go,” he pants.
“Not a chance.” I grip the cattle prod tighter.
“Fine! It’s—” He takes a shaky breath. “Two-four-seven... Meadow Lane.”
I freeze. My gaze snaps to Bull. His face is unreadable, but the tension in the air thickens.
“Meadow Lane?” I repeat, letting the words roll off my tongue.