Page 122 of Devil's Bride

Whoever was betraying us had better be getting a shit load of money for his treacherous acts or there’d be nowhere he could hide where we wouldn’t find him.

We.

I’d all but insisted with the almost crack of my hand across Jago’s face that he take me with him.

Now I wasn’t certain I wasn’t regretting my demand.

But I held my own as the man Navarro and his soldiers had discovered was tossed on the concrete floor, immediately slumping over from the hard punch to the gut Jago had just issued.

That had been round two or ten. I wasn’t certain. By the time we’d walked into the building, the Turk had been beaten more than once.

But he still wasn’t talking.

His eyes were swollen, one completely shut and the other barely allowing him to see what he was about to endure. At least four teeth had been punched from his mouth and his nose was misshapen.

This certainly wasn’t anything like what I’d seen on satellite television and my father had never allowed me to watch a single interrogation.

Now I better understood why.

“Yusef,” Jago hissed as he dropped his head, rubbing his jaw with his bloodied hand. His knuckles would be bruised, but he didn’t seem to care. My husband was obviously in his element.

I remained where he’d placed me as soon as we’d walked in, doing my best to look the badass Bella had insisted I’d become.

Meanwhile, my stomach was in knots and I was grinding my teeth to try to keep from vomiting.

“Yusef,” Jago repeated and crouched down in front of the broken man, remaining on the balls of his feet. “I can make this much easier on you. You bought information, which you in turn gave to your boss, Hamza Bata. All I’m asking for is the name of the person you purchased it from. That’s it.”

Yusef eyed him warily. Antonio jerked him into a sitting position.

“Be respectful,” Antonio said. It was the first time I was seeing just how brutal my men could be.

Yusef still lolled his head.

Jago fisted the man’s hair, jerking his head so the two men could look eye to eye.

Swallowing, I forced myself to look away, but only briefly. If I held my breath any longer, I could pass out.

I heard a sound and realized Yusef had been stupid enough to spit blood and bile on Jago’s shirt. His previously sexy blue shirt that created shimmers in his eyes. I could tell the act had pissed Jago off in an entirely different way.

He dropped Yusef’s head and rose to his feet, nodding toward Navarro before walking toward me. The sexy smirk lingered on his face as he locked eyes with mine. He was thoroughly enjoying this.

I tried to look around him to see what was going on, but his shoulders were too broad and I was still firmly rooted to the spot.

The block didn’t prevent me from hearing the buzzing sound of a power tool. I opened my eyes wide just as Jago cupped my chin, rubbing his bloodied thumb across my cheek.

“One last opportunity, Yusef,” Jago said, never taking his eyes off me.

As if to emphasize Jago’s message, I heard a rev of the tool.

Immediately the man’s voice in English came. “Please, I’ll tell you.”

Jago waved his hand again and the horrible sound of the tool disappeared. He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling.

I shuddered, allowing myself to tremble.

He winked. “Tell me what you need to tell me, Yusef, or I’ll leave you here with my man and his toy.”

“A kid. Adan. Adan. I don’t… know his… last name.”

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