Page 170 of Ignite

He thrashes.

I grip his forearm and plant the saw against it.

“I’d say it’s good enough to go through this. I reckon I’m strong enough.”

I pause, looking at him. He’s drenched in sweat. Eyes wide, barely holding back tears.

“You can stop this, Ben. Just tell me why you entered Hallie into the games and who you work for. Simple as that.”

He clamps his mouth shut.

So I start cutting again.

“I will make this as painful as I possibly can, Ben. I’m sawing your limp dick off next. Then I’ll feed you your balls. Maybe I’ll mix a little drug cocktail from that cabinet and shoot it straight into your eyeballs. If that doesn’t kill you, I’ll just keep cutting. Tongue. Toes. Hell, maybe I’ll rip out your intestines too.”

A sick smile curves my lips.

“And I’ve got one of the best doctors in America right here, keeping you alive just long enough to feel every ounce of it.”

I pull the saw away and tap it against his cheek.

“Or…you tell me those two little things, and I won’t do any of that.”

I sit back, crossing one ankle over my knee.

“I’ll give you a minute while I think about it.”

Finn tosses me a smoke. I light it and blow the smoke right in Ben’s face.

“Lovely weather today,” I say, watching the sun crawl up over the tree line.

“Isn’t it just?” Finn murmurs, hands clasped behind his back, staring out the window.

I picture Hallie out there. Cold. Alone. Waiting for The Chase. My stomach knots with rage.

When the cigarette’s burned down, I snub it out on Ben’s forehead. He howls like a wounded animal.

“Right. Decision time, Ben. To speak or not to speak? Hmm?”

“Want to start with an easier question, a warm-up?”

He nods.

“Okay. Where are your phone and keys? They weren’t anywhere obvious in the club or your car.”

He swallows hard.

“In the safe. Manager’s office.”

Finn nods and pulls out his phone.

Our guys will be on it. Drago’ll have that phone cracked in an hour.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I slap his face and sit back.

“Want to try another one?”

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