Page 99 of Falcon's Prey

Mattias, however, started to walk back. The pussy was scared. He didn’t get very far, because in a second, Gideon was coming behind him, holding a gun to his back.

“Let’s go for a quick drive, mate.”

Mattias looked around, hoping for someone to save him. People rarely gave a shit about others; no one would be saving him tonight. He got in the back of the car with G while I got in the driver’s seat, and as soon as he was in, Gideon put a handkerchief with chloroform on his nose, knocking him out cold. The drive went fast since it was nighttime.

We drove to the shady side of town, where it was full of warehouses. We drove past the ones that were in use, coming to a halt to one that had not seen use in the last three years.

I had scouted this area in the last year, keeping this place in mind to start my revenge. Unfortunately, I’d had to take a step back on Mattias so I could rest, but watching Gideon have fun with him was somewhat worth it.

Between me and G, we carried Mattias to the warehouse. We sat him on the lone chair as we bound his hands and tied his legs together. Uncapping the water bottle I’d brought from the car, I poured it on Mattias’s face. He came conscious with a gasp only to be met with water.

I fed off the fear in his eyes. There was something so enticing about how the human body responded to that specific emotion. It was almost the same as it responded to being excited or aroused. Dilated pupils, racing heart, labored breathing, and feeling like your skin was on fire, and you wanted to get out of it.

“You like your life, Mattias?” I asked.

“I have money…” he started to say right away.

Rich prick. They were all the same. They thought that pouring some money on it would make their problems go away.

“Is he calling us broke?” G sounded offended. “Are you broke, mate? ‘Cause I’m not.”

“It’s not about money. You can keep your money.” I took a step toward him until I was in front of him and he was looking up at me. “I’m not wearing a mask.”

He understood the meaning of my words. When you were kidnapped in hopes of getting cash from you, your kidnappers were masked to keep their identities hidden. I wasn’t hiding shit.

I stepped back and gave a nod so G could do his thing. The fucker looked happy like a kid at the park, ready to let loose. He circled Mattias’s chair, smiling at him until he walked behind him and held a knife to his throat.

The stench of piss hit the air.

“Fuck, you didn’t even last, dick.” Gideon groaned. “He pissed himself so soon.”

“W-w-what do-do y-y-you w-w-want?”

“Why didn’t you give Ember her inheritance?”

“S-s-she’s reckless.”

“G” was all I said, and he pressed the blade harder enough to pierce the skin.

“Why did you keep cutting Ember off?”

“I-I-I just handle t-t-the accounts. It’s my job to make sure she’s responsible.”

“Do it,” I instructed.

Gideon removed the blade he had against Mattias’s throat and brought it down to his thigh, making Mattias’s screams echo through the warehouse.

“How much pain you get is up to you. Keep lying to me, and next, you’ll find out how it feels to have a knife wedged in your elbow socket.”

Gideon gently massaged Mattias’s shoulders. “I’m all for you lying again.”

Shaking my head, I ignored him.

“Why didn’t you want Ember to have control of her money?”

“I-I-I d-d-didn’t care. S-s-Si-Silas was the one who told me to do it.”

The answer didn’t surprise me in the least, but it just added fuel to the burning rage I felt toward him.

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