Page 79 of Wolf

“How is your dad, by the way?” he grits through his teeth, sweat dotting his brow.

As much as I’d like to know what he does about my father, right now, my focus is Rose.

I’ve barely broken the skin though when Spyder breaks and says, “What do you want?”

Tsking, I go back to sawing, the weird resistance as I cut through the skin sending shivers down my spine. A trickle of blood makes my fingers slick but I’m fine if it’s a bloody, messy fucking cut because I want this to be the last nightmare this fucker remembers.

“Okay,” he screams, and I pause. We lock eyes but he merely stares at me until I bark, “Well? I’m waiting. Where’s my fucking sister?”

“They took her to the clubhouse.”

“Which is where?” I ask, twisting the knife now halfway through is dick. Between finding Rose and exposing the mole while trying to figure out what the sheriff wants, my threshold for patience is gone.

This fucker is about to learn the hard way that you don’t mess with the Saints.

With a groan, Spyder wrenches against the bindings around his wrists and pants, “We set up at the old church thing. Off highway 15.”

Several years ago, a fire broke out during a church camp and the flames destroyed everything, but a single building used as storage. Since a few kids were hurt and the church leaders were left looking like assholes, they abandoned the property and it’s been vacant since.

“The church camp?” I grunt and he nods. “What about the soon-to-be dead fucker who’s been feeding you information?”

“I don’t know,” he says.

“Wrong answer.” I go back to my work, and he screams, “I don’t know! He’s never shown his face.”

Pausing, I turn to him and raise a brow. “And the sheriff?”

He frowns and I tighten my hold on his dick. “The pig came to us a year ago.”

“Why?”

He glances at the knife in my hand, and I twist it until he grunts and says, “Man’s got a hard on for you.”

“The Saints?” I ask with a trickle of awareness.

Despite the pain he must be in, he still manages to smirk as he says, “Nope. You.”

Is this why the Aces took Rose? To get to me? Why would the sheriff do that to his own granddaughter?

Fuck me.

When I step back and drop the knife, Spyder sags to the table. While he pants and prays to a god that surely abandoned his ass a long time ago, I pick up the handsaw and tug on the cord.

After confirming it’s plugged in, I turn it on. Spyder whips around and I meet his gaze before I turn to his dick and proceed to saw that shit right off.

His screams bounce around in my head which have died down to a whimper when I’m done.

Throwing the saw on the table, I pause when Jersey slaps my back and says, “You want a job?”

Lilli

Toni eyes me curiously as she ushers me into another room. This one appears to be a media room with two televisions on opposite walls along with several cushy couches and reclining chairs.

Reminded of what happens on the furniture, I sit gingerly while Toni approaches a bar against the wall and says, “Drink?”

Although alcohol is the last thing I want, I still have this insatiable need to fit in with Wolf’s people which is why I say, “Um, yes. Thanks.”

After a moment in which the only sound is the clinking of glass and ice, Toni returns. She hands me a drink and I eye it curiously as she sits down opposite me.

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