Page 37 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

ChapterNineteen

Ruby

I can’t help it. I snicker loudly at seeing Vinnie in such a position, coupled with the relief of seeing Declan unharmed and safe.

“Know how to make a girl worry, don’t you?” I say, coming further into the room, eyes trained on Vinnie.

“Oh, you know me, Princess. Only a fucking idiot would try to abduct me. Isn’t that right, Vinnie?” He shoves the gun further into Vinnie’s forehead, making him grunt.

“You got that right,” I murmur and then step to the side as Adam whips a crowbar out of the sleeve of his leather jacket and takes Vinnie off Declan’s hands by going up behind him and bringing it up to his throat to choke him.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” Adam growls in his ear.

Vinnie struggles and when Adam pulls him up to his feet by the crowbar, he lets go and quickly moves around to slam him in the guts with it.

Vinnie bends over with a loud grunt. Adam is about to crack him over the head with it, when I intervene.

“Wait,” I grit out and shove Adam out of the way. I press my switchblade against Vinnie's stomach. “Where is Tiff?”

“Don’t know,” he spits out.

I lean on the knife, and it slides into his flesh, stabbing him in a delicious action that sends a tingle to my clit. I draw back slowly. “Want to try again?” I practically pant.

“Fuck you,” Vinnie rasps.

“Hmm.” I stab him again, slower this time, leaving the knife in. “Where was that you say?”

“I don’t have her,” he grits out.

“Oh, now, don’t lie to her, Vinnie,” Declan says, standing up and straightening his shirt cuffs that are stained with his uncle’s blood, along with his own. His hands are terribly messed up and must hurt like fuck, but he’s oblivious to the pain. “You know what happens to liars.”

Narrowing my eyes, I lift my gaze from Declan’s hands to his face. “What happens to liars, Declan?”

“Well, Ruby, they get their tongues cut out.”

My eyes light up as I turn back to Vinnie. “Ooh.” I ram my fingers into his mouth and grip his tongue, yanking on it roughly. I slide the Pangolin blade over it gently. “Where is she?”

“Uh canth thell u wif no tang,” he says.

“What?” I ask, not understanding a word he’s saying.

“I think he means, he can’t tell you with no tongue,” Adam pipes up with a snort of amusement.

“No, but he could write it down, his fingers are working, aren’t they?”

“Weeeeell,’ Declan says.

I duck around to see that Vinnie fingers are all broken and sitting at odd angles. The man must be in a hell of a lot of pain right now. “I see.” I twist the handle of the knife that is still buried in his gut, causing the maximum amount of pain.

Good.

He drops to his knees, and I kick him over, pulling the knife out as he falls back. I slam my boot down onto his face, breaking his nose. He groans.

Shoving the toe of my boot into his cheek, I turn his face to the side and then stand on him, putting all of my weight forward and onto one leg.

“So, where is she?”

No response.

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