Page 28 of Destroyed (American Street Kings 4)

“Yeah,” I admitted with a huff.

Manic’s eyes narrowed into slits. “The night we attacked the Pythons, when you and Onyx found him with Wraith, you—”

“Yeah, I took him.”

“And you hid him here?” He glanced around the room. “A secret goddamn bunker below the Python clubhouse?”

I nodded while Manic took his sweet-ass time to state the obvious.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Listen—”

“How is this even possible? How can Boa and the rest of the Pythons not know about this?”

“Jesus,” I muttered, pulling my hand through my hair. There was so much to explain, but all I could think about was a pair of shears and cutting Slither’s fingers off. After all, he owed Neon one.

I pushed myself away from the door. “First of all, this room is soundproof. No one can hear shit. Secondly, everyone who knew about this place is dead—except him. Granite and I took out all the fuckers who were here while they held Neon captive.”

“Hold up.” Manic’s gaze drifted around the room. “This is where they kept Neon?”

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re torturing him here too?”

“Yeah.”

“In the same room?”

“Jesus, Manic. Yes.”

His eyes grew wide. “Wow. Talk about karma.”

Uncertain in which direction this conversation was about to go, I eyed him with caution. “You gonna tell the guys about this?”

He held up his hand, stilling me as he stared at Slither. Now I was thinking about a pair of shears and cutting Manic’s goddamn hand off. Arrogant fucker.

“Why the chain around his legs?”

“I broke his knee and wanted him to be comfortable.”

Manic placed a fist in front of his mouth. “That has to hurt like a fucking bitch.” There was a subtle hint of a smile on his face, his eyes beaming with amusement. It calmed my nerves a little, thinking Manic might be loving this almost as much I was.

Manic pointed to the IV with a giant question mark on his forehead.

I shrugged. “Can’t have him tapping out before I’m done with him.”

“You’re keeping him hydrated so you can torture his ass longer?”

“Exactly.”

“Fuck me.” He paced around Slither like he was admiring the view. “I can’t believe you’ve had him all this time and didn’t tell me.”

I pulled out my Zippo lighter and a cigarette. “You saw what went down tonight with Crow. If Slither was still out there, there was no way in hell I’d be able to get my hands on him.”

Manic stopped and turned my way. “But the night you took him, we didn’t know about Crow wanting to get his hands on him.”

“True. But when we stormed into that room and found him on top of Wraith with his dick hanging out, I knew Onyx would kill him before I ever got the chance.”

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