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“Now,” I say. “Right answers only, got me? Every second that passes, I get more edgy, and do you know what happens when I get edgy?” I press the knife, edge down, against his cheek. “I get really fuckin’ crazy.”
Yanking down his gag, he starts to mumble. I slap him, a slap is more humiliating, especially when the noise ricochets off the walls.
“Remember,” Haze says, moving next to me. “Right answers only, or you’ll end up with a knife in your neck too.”
“Where is she?” I close my eyes, praying they give me what I want. I want to fucking bury her properly, not like some scum who wasn’t worth anything to anyone. She was worth something to me. To her family.
“I didn’t do anything to her,” fuckface bleats. “But I know they took a bunch of girls out to the Texas border, had them buried there.”
“Now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” I grit. “Location.”
“I can show you, I’ll get the coordinates,” he sputters.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I trail the blade down his cheek so it draws blood. Unfortunately, I need this motherfucker. His time will come soon.
I turn to my brother. “Saddle up.”
He smirks. “Just when we were havin’ some fun.”
“Plenty of time tohave funlater.”
Dread hits my stomach as we head out.
The day of reckoning has come, and this is just the beginning. This is the day I get to bring my girl home to her final resting place.
Only then will I have the courage to keep fighting. To keep hunting until I get to the top. These guys? They’re just pawns in a very big game. A game I’m right in the middle of. I’m closing in. And when I find the man responsible, Hell will seem like a picnic.
CHAPTER
ONE
BREW
Present day
Bang, bang, bang.
I wince, cracking an eye open.
Fuck.It’s morning already?
“I know you’re in there!” Haze calls. “Just passed the skank on the sidewalk, she yours?”
I was pretty drunk last night, but I definitely didn’t bring anyone home. Not that I remember. I feel the space next to me. Vacant and cold. I let out a sigh of relief.
I don’t need women complications on top of everything else in my life right now.
“Fuck off!” I yell, pulling the pillow over my head.
The bastard keeps knocking. I don’t know why he doesn’t just use his key, then again, he’s probably misplaced it again if he’s knocking. Can’t a man get some fucking peace around here?
I groan, knowing he won’t go away. If there’s one thing my little brother doesn’t let up about, it’s annoying me.
I throw the pillow off, flip the comforter over, and begrudgingly land my feet on the floor. Scratching my balls, I pull my boxers on, then find a t-shirt nearby. Yawning, I walk the length of my loft, switching my coffee maker on as I pass by, taking my sweet time because I want to punch Haze in the face for waking me up on a Sunday.
When I finally yank the door open, he waves a bag of food in my face. “Lucky,” I mutter.
He laughs, barging his way in. “So who was she?”
