Page 62 of Reaper

“Easy there, buddy,” I say, reaching in to grab him. He kicks out at me, but I dodge and land a solid punch to his face, knocking him out cold once more.

“Should’ve stayed down,” I mutter, shaking my head.

“Dumbass,” Nitro snorts.

“Let’s finish this,” I say to Matrix and the others, my voice full of determination. This night has been full of risks, but I know deep down we’ve taken a step closer to bringing justice to Blackstone and his twisted operation.

I drag the guard down the cellar stairs, his body limp and heavy. The dank smell of the dungeon interrogation room fills my nostrils as I shove him into a chair, securing his wrists and ankles to the cold metal. A single flickering lightbulb hangs above us, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

“Showtime,” I mutter under my breath, beckoning Scar, Talon, Nitro, and Matrix to gather around.

Splashing icy cold water on the guard’s face wakes him up from his stupor.

“Who the fuck—oh, you fuckers.” The guard eyes our cuts.

“You’re going to tell us everything you know about the guard shifts inside the mansion,” I command, staring deep into the guard’s eyes. He glares back at me, defiance written across his bruised face.

“Fuck you,” he spits out, earning a tight slap across his cheek from my gloved hand.

“Wrong answer,” I say, my voice low and menacing. Slowly laying out a variety of surgical instruments, I give the guy time to think through his options. His eyes go wide as a scalpel glints in the low light. “You’re only making this harder for yourself if you don’t start talking.”

“Blackstone’s going to kill you for this.”

“Right.” Talon smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.

“He doesn’t even know you’re gone,” Scarsays, casually leaning against the stone wall across from our prisoner.

“Let’s try something else,” I suggest, grabbing a pair of pliers from the table behind me. I hold them up to the guard’s face, watching his eyes widen in terror. “Now, are you ready to talk?”

“Go to hell!” he shouts, but I can hear the fear creeping into his voice.

“Suit yourself,” I reply, clamping the pliers onto one of his fingers and applying pressure. He screams, but I don’t let up until I hear a sickening crack.

“All right, all right! I’ll talk!” he gasps, tears streaming down his face. I slowly release the pliers, satisfaction coursing through me.

He spills everything we need to know and more, singing like a fucking canary.

“What else?” I demand the moment he takes a breath.

“That’s all I know. I’m just one of the guards. They don’t tell me anything else.” The terror in his voice makes me believe him, but that doesn’t stop me from fucking with him.

“Are you lying?” I ask before turning to the other club members. “What do you guys think? Is this asshole full of shit?”

“Fuck you! I wouldn’t even be working this fucking job if my cunt ex-wife hadn’t gotten a good lawyer,” the guard whines. “Bitch got full custody too because I slapped her around a bit.You know bitches need to be put in their places.”

I backhand him hard enough to jerk his head back before turning to Talon with a twisted grin. “He’s all yours, brother.”

“About damn time,” Talon scoffs, stepping forward and landing a series of brutal punches on the broken guard. I watch as his fists connect with flesh, the sound echoing through the small room.

“Anyone else?” I ask.

“Not tonight,” Scar says, shaking his head.

“Don’t want blood on my clothes. Holly says we’re out of that blue spot cleaner shit. I was supposed to pick some up from the store on the way home,” Nitro says.

“I’ve got an extra bottle at my place. Follow me, and I’ll give it to you,” Scar says.

“Thanks, pres.”

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