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Roland had a gun.

Great.

Brick couldn’t be sure, but he thought Roland might have been the second man who had broken into his house before. When Roland’s gun pointed at Brick, he dropped the table leg reluctantly. “What the fuck do you want?”

“We need you to sit down, be quiet, and maybe try not to escape again?” The man shrugged. “I don’t think we’re asking a lot. Especially after all the work it took to bring you here. Do you have any idea how heavy you are?”

Brick narrowed his eyes. “You took me from the hospital.”

“With some help, of course.”

“Do you work for the Finch family?”

The man laughed. “Oh, aren’t you just adorable. I’m Reginald Arthur Finch IV.”

“Finchie,” Brick blurted out loud. “You’re Finchie.”

Roland pressed his lips together as if suppressing a laugh.

“That’s Mr. Finch to you,” Finchie corrected with a scowl. “Now. There are two options here, Mr. Brixton. You can sit down, behave yourself, answer our questions—”

“And you’ll let me go?”

“No. I was going to say we give you a quick and painless death.” Finchie smirked. “Otherwise, we’ll be torturing you, and then we’ll be spending days torturing you.”

Brick licked his lips, battling against the panic clawing at his skin from the inside as he said shakily, “You, uh, you said torturing twice.”

“I know what I said!” Finchie snapped. “Tell us where Jules Price is hiding out at. How many men does he have with him? Did Cold send that psycho Tamerlane down here too?”

“I have no idea who that is,” Brick replied honestly.

“Don’t be coy. I know that house Jules was staying at is yours,” Finch warned. “I did a little bit of checking up on you. Only child, parents live on Cabarrus. Not too far away, huh? I guess they wanted to stay close to you.”

Brick’s heart thudded. “Excuse me?”

“I’m threatening your family.” Finchie smiled. It was not a nice smile. “Sorry, I’m afraid I didn’t make that more clear.”

“You’re already going to kill me no matter what I do, so why the fuck would I wanna help you?”

“Because how helpful you are determines how fast or slow I kill your parents,” Finchie replied. “Do you understand what I’m saying? Is everything coming through all right?”

Brick gritted his teeth. “Yes, assface, I fuckin’ understand you.”

“Good!” Finchie clapped. “So, tell me where Jules is and who’s with him.”

“I can’t tell you what I don’t know,” Brick argued.

“He was staying with you, yes or no?”

“Yeah, he was, but then he left.” Brick felt confident since that wasn’t technically a lie. “I don’t know where he is right now.” Also not a lie. “And I have no idea who’s with him.”

That wasn’t entirely true since he was pretty sure Erasmus was with Jules, probably Junior by now too, but he didn’t want to give this stupid fucker anything. He hated to think of his parents being in danger, and it made him furious that Finchie was threatening them when they didn’t have anything to do with this.

If Finch was going to kill them all anyway, what was the fucking point of cooperating?

Brick curled his hands into fists, and he sized up Finchie and Roland. Gun aside, he thought he could take them. Finchie, no problem. Roland was a big guy, but Brick had unending rage and adrenaline on his side.

Plus a table leg within easy reach.

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