Page 84 of Intense
FINN
As my little watcher runs, I carefully make my mark on my next victim’s face.
The blade slices clean, and blood trickles down his cheek.
I bite my lip. I could fight him, break his ribs. Take his teeth out one by one, just how my brothers would.
But I prefer mostly to assert power in other ways.
“Shove him in the Range Rover and take him to mine. Don’t touch anything. Just tie him up and shut him up.”
If he is—as Drago’s confident he is—high up within The Preacher’s cult, then he ain’t going to speak.
They’re loyal.
Just like I would be for my brothers.
Our secrets go to the grave.
But I’ve got something they don’t. A specialty.
I’m not just violent. I’m a psychological menace. With one trick up my sleeve not many others have.
Reggie and Rowan nod and haul the bleeding man out like a broken puppet, leaving me behind in the dark. I stalk back toward the club.
The girl from the first night. It was her. I know it.
That red hair.
Sinful curves.
Plump lips that could make a man lose his soul.
Nothing could beat having Stephanie’s lips on mine.
But this woman...
There’s a pull. A tension. A question.
Who is she?
And what will I have to do to keep her quiet?
She recognized me. And now she’s a threat.
I storm through the hallway, each step heavier than the last.
Stopping outside every door, I wait.
Letting my gut choose for me.
And then, I find it. A gold star on the door. A desperate little warning.
The changing room.
I grin as I grip the handle, but it doesn't budge.
Even better.
