Page 85 of Grace of Spades
"What kind of job?" I ask taking everyone in. They all look relaxed except for Liam and Richard. Liam is watching me like a hawk probably due to my freak out at our picnic. Richard looks like he's a kid in a candy store. I honestly don't know what to do with that.
"Interrogation." Mr. McConnell reveals with a nod to his car. Two men climb out and open the trunk. The sound of flesh hitting flesh meets my ears before Ray is dragged in front of me.
He looks rough. One eye is swollen and blood coats his teeth. His arms and feet are tied up behind him and I can't seem to breathe.
"Well, well, looks like the Doll finally figured it out." He taunts through a wheeze. My vision goes black and when I come to he's on his side coughing up blood. Fuck!
I take a deep breath before crouching over him.
"Why?" I growl. This is not my friend. This is a fucking psychopath. He grins up at me, blood coating his teeth.
"Why not? You were so damn broken when you came to me. Harry did a number on you. Hell, they all did. So I figured why the fuck not? Have my turn. So we hung out and you trusted me. Best fucking high I ever got." He taunts and I fall into a cold embrace within myself. This asshole is not the one that will break me.
"I trained you up and even started getting you involved with themobs. Figured I needed a fail safe." He shrugged.
"Why the mobs?" I ask.
"Why not?! I could own this city. I have Ace as my attack dog. My bitch. I'm untouchable." He boasts.
"Clearly," Andras smirks.
"How did you get them on your side? To work together for you? That's fucking diabolical." Ray commends. I see the gears turning in his head figuring out a way to swing this so it works for him. It's not going to happen.
"I didn't," I admit.
"We have all our info. He's all yours." Mr. Chekhov nods making me grin down at Ray. His eyes widen. A glimmer of doubt and a whole helping of fear. Good.
"Did you actually think I wouldn't kill you? Welcome, Dr. Frankenstein. Now you get to meet the monster you helped make." I smile and slit his throat. Blood sprays my face and chest in a warm explosion. I sigh and look over at my guys.
Liam looks solemn but proud, Kier and Christian look livid and Jai looks like he's going to pin me to a wall and fuck me. Well, then.
"You ready for your next surprise?" Jai asks opening the shipping container. What the fuck! It's like a gory, violent Christmas. "He's all yours. We don't need anything from him. You have free reign." I toss a sweet smile over my shoulder that might scare a lesser man.
"You guys give such good gifts. First, a picnic, then the drive-in. Now, this." I head to my bike and grab my little tool bag practically skipping back to the container to meet Nathan Marconi all tied up just for little old me.
"Hi, Nathan. It's been a while." I greet.
"Fuck." He wheezes.
"Yep." I beam taking a cleaver out of my tool bag setting it aside for later. I have dreamed about this for so long. I have somany plans.
Jai
I know I'm not normal but this really helps bring the point home. Watching Grace is something else. She scares the shit out of Marconi with a giant ass meat cleaver before settling on a pairing knife.
She crouches over his writhing form straddling his chest pinning his arms.
"I was six, Nathan. Six. I was not a slut. I was not a whore. I was a child and you are a fucking monster." She explains as my stomach starts to revolt. Fucking hell.
Then the screaming starts. She spends a few minutes over him with her knife. His screams die before she's done but she wakes him up before she continues.
"Pace yourself, Beautiful. You still have one more present." I warn with a soft smile. She looks over her shoulder her face still a bit bloody from both Ray and Marconi and smiles. She is violently beautiful.
"Is it Reid?" She asks. I nod and her eyes widen as if she doesn't believe me. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, babe. Keir figured it out when Andras had your file." Christian nods.
"Thank you." She whispers her green eyes shining. We all shuffle on our feet awkwardly. I knew we did the right thing. It may not be right morally or you know, at all for normal people but that's not who we are. "You may want to turn around for the next part. Guys don't usually fare well witnessing castration." She warns sweetly. We all nod and turn around as she tosses up and catches the cleaver before heading back to a screaming Marconi.
