Page 41 of Grimm
I yanked her head back by the strands of her hair and ran the blade from her hairline to her jawline, smoothly splitting her flawless, pale skin. She screamed in agony as blood spewed from the inch-wide gash.
“Like I said, you don’t know shit about me, bitch. If you did, you never would’ve crossed me.
“Please,” she begged. “Grimm.”
“I’ll ask you again, Agent. Where is he keeping them? And don’t make me ask again, or I’ll start cutting deeper than the tiny scratch on your face.”
“He’ll kill me.”
The room erupted in laughter.
“Haven’t you got the message yet?” I whispered in her ear. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.” I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. “Now fucking talk!”
She flinched, then took a deep breath. “He has them locked in the basement of some pawn shop,” she sobbed, her tears mixing with the blood covering the side of her face. “I… I can’t remember the name, but the building is black, and the sides are covered in graffiti. I don’t know anything else.”
I let go of her hair and walked toward the door.
“You can’t leave me here!” she screamed. “Grimm! I helped you! Let me go!”
I stopped in my tracks. I’d planned to kill her after I found David, but why wait? She’d given me all the information she had or all she’d give up. Even if it was true or not, I didn’t want to torture a woman.
When I walked back toward her, hope bloomed in her eyes.
“Thank you, Tavish. Thank you.”
I leaned close to her ear. “No need to thank me,” I whispered, driving the knife deep and upwards into her side. “Tavish isn’t here.” Gurgling sounds spewed from her mouth. “And this is for River.” I pulled the knife out and drove it back into her side. “I hope you didn’t think I forgot.”
She gasped with wide eyes. Blood spurted from her mouth as I pushed the blade deeper and then twisted it inside her.
“And this is for all the people being trafficked that you ignored instead of saving,” I sneered. “Hope you rot in hell.”
I pulled the knife from her body and wiped the blood on my black jeans. Her eyes closed, and her breathing became labored. She’d die a painful death, and by the time I returned, she’d be dead.
“Preacher, stay here. I’ll be back to get rid of the body.”
He nodded, and we headed out. Hopefully, her information was good and David was there.
I’d called in reinforcements, and most of the brothers were happy to help. We loathed human traffickers. This was Vegas. A lot of the women, and some men, did sex work willingly, but traffickers targeted people who didn’t want anything to do with it. Even more disgustingly, they targeted teens and children. The ones who were easily manipulated and had no voice.
Tonight, we’d be their voice. We’d take them all down, starting with Alonzo Bianchi.
Scraptown Pawn and Gunswasn’t hard to find because it was exactly how Agent Anderson had described it—a large brick building painted black with endless amounts of graffiti covering the outside.
“We can’t take too much time, so we’re going through the fucking front door. So, we got to be quick.”
“How long do you think it will be before the cops show up?” Joker asked.
I shrugged. “This is Scraptown. Gunshots aren’t going to be out of the ordinary. Cops don’t like coming here, so it’s safe to say, longer than usual.”
He nodded.
Some of us flanked the building while Joker, me, and Viper entered the pawn shop. The man behind the counter eyed us cautiously as we walked around the place like we were going to buy something.
“Can I help you fellas with something?” the guy behind the counter called out.
“No, we’re just looking,” Viper replied as we moved toward the back of the store where a single steel door was located. I didn’t miss the hi-tech security pad located beside it with a single blinking red light.
I made my way to the long counter filled with guns, which took up most of the right-hand side of the store. With Joker on my left and Viper on my right, I leaned forward, crowding the man’s space but making sure not to touch anything.
