Page 29 of Bloody Seven

Corbin punches him in the face. "You slimy little fucker. You tipped them off. I thought we were friends."

"I was keeping an eye on you. You’re the reason I haven't been given an assignment yet. They've been waiting for you to fuck up. You just had to bring the rest of our brothers down with you, though, didn't you?"

"I know what this is. Daddy told you to get in line so you wouldn't be a disappointment. You're always trying to find ways compensate for your little dick," Raiden tosses out. He moves to stand next to Corbin and me as he glares down at Trent. "How did that all work out for you? Clearly, they don’t give a fuck about your life either."

Trent opens his mouth, but I decide he's taunted everyone in this room enough. The only way to get him talking about something that actually matters is by force. I've been itching to stab someone, so it's time to let my rage shine bright.

I whip out my knife and plunge it into his arm, smiling as he lets out an agonizing scream.

"Did she just..." Ghost says from the corner, surprising me. I honestly forgot he was even here.

"She did," Delvin reassures him.

The fact that men are amused so easily when a woman chooses violence is entertaining.

"I need you to teach me how to do that without hitting something important," Faylon says in astonishment.

"No. We don't need you running around with knives." Raiden shuts down her suggestion quickly.

I ignore him and smile at her while pulling the knife from Trent's arm. He's screaming something about how he's never going to tell us anything. Blah, blah, blah. We shall see. "Want to try? You can take the next stab."

She comes over in a rush, and I pass the knife along, pointing at where she should stab him. She plunges the blade into the meaty part of his thigh but struggles a bit to pull it out.

"You fucking bitch! I'll make sure they kill all of you," Trent calls out.

"That was pretty good. We should get lunch sometime, and I'll give you more pointers," I toss out to Faylon, and she nods enthusiastically.

"Sounds good to me," she says, making me smile. It might be nice to have another female friend in my life again.

“The last thing she needs is to learn how to stab men,” Raiden mutters. "You're a bad influence."

Trent lets out a manic laugh that pushes me over the edge. He's treating this like it’s just some minor inconvenience that he's going to walk away from, but that couldn't be any further from the truth.

"I suggest you start talking. Corbin and I have plans, and I'll be damned if some little shit like you is going to keep us from them," I state firmly.

Everyone has a weakness. You just have to know enough about them to find out what it is. Trent is about as transparent as they come. This may not be who we were expecting to find here, but I'm willing to bet if he's tied to the chair like this, he has some kind of knowledge that could be useful.

"Do you think he’ll still be able to get laid if he's blind? Which eye should I gouge out first?" I press the tip of my knife into the corner of his eye, making him freeze.

He still doesn't say anything, so I push it in a little further. The edge pierces the skin next to his eye, and a small streak of blood begins to drip down. Trent is about as conceited as they come, so I push harder. I can almost guarantee threatening to disfigure his precious face will do the trick in three... two... one...

"Stop! I'll talk.”

"Good boy." I smile with my eyes meeting Corbin's. He looks annoyed that I called Trent a good boy, but I'll be sure to make it up to him later. "Now, tell us everything you know about The Collection's higher-ups, and then I'll decide whether or not you've earned the right to keep breathing."

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