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He pouted but gave me a nod.
“As much as you want to hurt him, it’s not worth you aggravating your injuries. I’ll exact vengeance in your honor. It will be my pleasure to spill the blood of the man who thought to take you from me.”
The shiver that wracked his body broke the bloodlust I felt tearing through me. I had to remain calm until we made it to Pip and our new toy. Only then can I let the beast out.
CHAPTER 30
Pip
As I waitedfor Pharrell to come down to the torture room, I watched the guy across from me. He’s been a sniveling mess since I ripped the molar he’d been planning to off himself with. Apparently, they trained the men in the easy way out rather than how to withstand a beating.
It was going to be fun to watch him break.
From the way the boss sounded earlier, he was going to have a real good time with this one. I would have loved to participate too, but I was more than happy to watch after having done all the leg work to track him down.
Granted, I hadn’t worked alone.
Henri had helped me out with a few aspects that required some digital digging. I could work a computer, but I didn’t have near the skill he did. The only person I knew who might have been better was across the country and working for NightShade.
“You shouldn’t have done it,” I sing-songed to him when another hour passed without any sign of Pharrell showing up. “Now we’re both stuck in limbo since Boss is going to have all the fun with you.”
He shook his head. “Stop!”
“No can do, kid. I’ve got all the time in the world. You were my big project and keeping you is all I have planned for the next stretch.”
I took out my knife sharpener. The block was a favorite of mine because it made my blades so precise I barely had to touch someone to slice through their fragile skin.
There was nothing like the first line on unmarred flesh. It was a drug I’d been long addicted to.
“Pip!”
I whipped my head up at the sound of the voice. A smile stretched across my face as Henri came storming into the room.
“Yes, Henny?”
He bristled at the nickname I’d given him ages ago. It was close enough to another name I wanted to call him.
Besides, it always riled him up, which was a favorite game of mine to play.
“I’ve told you to stop calling me that a million times. What is going on in here? Why did Pharrell text me to meet here?”
Leaning back in my chair, I ignored the blade I’d been enjoying before to focus on the man standing in front of me. For all his bravado, I saw the slight twitch in his jaw and the flex of his fists. There was an unmistakable tremor in his stance too, as if he were faking a brave face when really he didn’t want to be here at all.
“What’s wrong, Henny? Didn’t want to come join in on the fun?”
He shook his head. The movement must have reminded him we weren’t alone. His gaze went to the prisoner I had strapped and waiting for Pharrell.
“Is he…?”
“The one who planted the bomb and stabbed Ricardo? Yeah, he is.”
“Fuck,” he grunted softly.
I smiled at the slip up. Henny worked hard to keep himself all put together, sort of like a mini boss. Yet I knew under all the fine clothing and slicked back hair there was a ruthless killer. He was just on a very, very short leash.
What a fucking waste.
Burying our natural instincts only led to problems down the road. It’s that thing people called… damn, what was it?
