Page 56 of Savage Knight
Wariness entered Tucker’s eyes.“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Where is Lowen?”
“Who?”
“Lowen Hayes.”
“I-I don’t know who that is.”
Evren got right into his face.“Well, then, let me jog your memory.You.Betrayed.Us.And now, you will tell me everything I want to know.Including where Scias Mailliard took Lowen.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s how you want this to go?”Evren walked over to one of the workbenches and perused the knives.“Admit you’re a traitor and tell me where she is.”
“Who’s accusing me?”
“Scias was overheard mentioning you’re his spy, so don’t lie to me again.”
For a moment, Evren thought he wasn’t going to confess.But the moment faded as Tucker quavered on his tiptoes, lips curled in hatred.“You never paid me what I deserved,” he accused.“Dealing with all your family bullshit day after day.”
White-hot anger boiled through Even’s blood, demanding revenge.“We treated you like family.We trusted you.What was the price of your betrayal?”
Tucker lifted his chin defiantly.“A million dollars more.”
“You sold your soul to our enemy,” Evren said calmly.“Did you think we’d let you walk away?”
“What’re you gonna do?”Tucker taunted.“Sic the psycho on me?”
Evren chose a slightly curved filet knife.He carefully tested the razor-sharp edge, watching how Tucker’s brave bravado faltered.
“I don’t need Saxon,” he drawled.
Evren stepped closer to run the trenchant steel down Tucker’s cheek, opening the skin just enough to draw small beads of blood.A distressed whimper escaped, and the realization that he was royally fucked dawned in his gaze.
“Now, you will tell me where Scias has Lowen,” he ordered.
Tucker shook his head.“He’ll kill me.”
Evren raised an eyebrow.“I’llkill you if you don’t talk.”
“I’d rather take my chances with you than him.”
“Oh,” Evren said, surprised.“You think I’m the lesser of two evils?”
Tucker swallowed and lifted his chin a fraction.“I know you, Evren.You’re the peacekeeper.”
“And that makes me less deadly than Scias?Less deranged than Saxon?Less mean than Jeremiah?”
“Scias Mailliard will gut me.”
Evren smiled, but he wasn’t playing nice anymore.“I guess I have to demonstrate how I carve a mean steak with a filet knife.”
Whatever color had remained in Tucker’s face leached at his words.Evren trailed the pointed tip down his chest and over to one nipple.Then, with a deft twist of his wrist, he sliced it off.
“Oh, my fucking God!”Tucker screamed.He thrashed in the chains, but there wasn’t any escape.He tried to find purchase on solid ground, but he was strung up a tad too high.
Evren wrapped his hand around Tucker’s neck and squeezed.“Ready to talk?”
