Page 47 of The Alpha: Part Two
"Alpha Lopez is no longer your concern." Seth nods, coming back to stand beside me. "The first plan was to just kill you. Nothing elaborate, just death. But my Desir'ee," he smiles when he says my name, "she wants more than your death. She wants your suffering, and we're going to give it to her."
Michael clacks the pliers. "Now?"
"Now," Seth confirms and bends to brush his lips against my temple.
Michael hops onto the chair and straddles Flores, continuously clacking the pliers and digging his knees into his thighs. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Ben steps up behind Flores and grabs his head with a hand on his forehead, pinning his head against his chest so he can’t move and forces his chin down with the other, pushing Flores's mouth wide open. Ben’s hands are so big that he is able to use the side of his hand to put pressure on Flores’s throat, constricting his airflow as a happy side effect. It takes a few drawn-out seconds, but as the pliers get closer to his face, realization finally dawns on Flores and he starts trying to thrash his way to freedom.
"Buck all you want, motherfucker. I'm still taking those pearly whites." Michael goes for one of the upper canines first.
He grips the pliers tight enough to turn his knuckles white and starts working the tooth back and forth, the tendons in his arm flexing with the effort. The tooth must break at one point, and I flinch at the resulting popping sound. I might flinch, but I still smile when Flores starts screaming.
Michael gives one last jerk and straightens upright, the tooth, roots and all, gripped tightly in the pliers. Blood spews from Flores's mouth as he tries to turn his head to the side to spit out the blood.
"That one was just for fun. We have to work for the others," Michael purrs. "We're going to make sure you don't have any teeth to mark anyone with and you're going to answer every question we ask while we do it."
Flores takes a breath, then spits blood into Michael's face. "I'm not telling you a fucking thing."
Ben leans over him, grinning, and takes the pliers from Michael. "Yeah," he taps Flores's cheek, "you will."
It only took two more teeth, the other upper canine and one of the bottom ones, and about forty-five minutes to convince Flores to start offering us information. I have all three teeth in my pocket, and I don't mind at all that these pants will be bloodstained. They might even be my favorite pair at this point. But all good things must come to an end.
"You've still got a lot of teeth in your mouth, and a lot of names in that head," Seth clicks his tongue, "but we have other, better things to do; so you'll have to stay put and try to recall as much information as you can before we get back." He nods at Ben, who wipes his hands off on Flores's shirt and pretty much skips over to me.
I brought a syringe loaded with just enough potassium to make Flores regret being alive, not stop being alive; and I hand it to Ben when he reaches for it. I'm still a little miffed that I won't be the one to give the injection, but Seth and the twins promised me that I could give him the last injection. I understand their caution, really, and I even agree that it's a safe compromise; I just want him to suffer because I physically caused the pain myself.
Ben and Michael remove the tape so they can get Flores's arm turned over. He isn't pale like Seth, but they find the right vein easily enough. Flores begins thrashing again as the needle pressing into his skin. "Be still or I can take another tooth," Michael grits.
Flores stills. "What is that? What are you doing?" The words are thick with swelling, blood, and pain.
"Just giving you a little shot," Ben says, depressing the plunger. "It'll keep you so busy that you won't even think about being left here all alone until we come back to visit."
Trent steps forward with another roll of tape and yanks the end, filling the space with that velcro sound that only really sticky tape can make. They make sure to check the rest of his bonds, then we leave the stench of the holding unit and the muffled sounds of Flores's screaming curses.
"Somebody's going to hear that," Michael announces.
Trent shrugs. "Lopez said they wouldn't."
Whether that means they literally wouldn't hear anything, or anyone within hearing distance would ignore anything they did hear isn't important. Lopez is finished with Flores. If he says nobody's going to hear anything, I believe him.
"Good enough," Nathan says. "I have a good starting point. I'll get to work on what we've got. Kaleb will want to come next time. Maybe Devon, too. When do you think we'll be coming back? I'd like a few days to do some digging before our next visit."
I run my fingers across the outline of the teeth in my pocket. Flores did suffer tonight. He suffered because I wanted it, and my pack made it happen. It might be a completely deranged reaction to a completely insane line of thinking, but I'm almost certain watching my alphas make Flores pay for what he's done to us is going to push me over the edge into heat. I could feel it the minute I heard the first tooth pop when it cracked. "Four, maybe five days. Probably four."
They all whip their attention to me. Only Trent notices my fingers rubbing the teeth through my pocket and his nostrils flare as he scents the air. "You're going to be one of my favorite people before this is over with. My bet is five days. Don't worry, darlin’. We'll come by and make sure Flores doesn't shit himself to death before you can get back over here to oversee the rest of his interrogation."
I was right. By the time the car parks in front of the house, my temperature is already rising.
"Shower," Seth decrees when the door latches behind us. "Now. Everybody. Desir'ee first."
"We can all fit, can't we?" I suggest, licking my lips at the thought of all three of them wet and soapy in the steamy shower.
"Please," he groans. "Please take your pretty ass into the bathroom and wash the night off of you. And hurry. You're already heating up, and I need to do something before you're too far gone."
"What do you need to do?" A million wonderful scenarios swirl around in my mind. I want him to do all of them.
"Desir'ee, fuck. Please. I'll do whatever you're thinking about as soon as we're clean."
