Page 2 of Fireball

I know exactly who she seeks. Too bad for her I’m not going to reveal the truth until I find out what she knows. Devin was a lucky bastard to have a girl like her. She’s too pretty for me to really let Z fuck her up. She doesn’t have to know that though. I just can’t bring myself to mutilate someone so gorgeous.

Finally, she looks over at him when he tests the power drill. Got to give her credit, she doesn’t flinch from the whine, but her skin pales even more than the sickly shade she was when I captured her. Almost as bad as her bony body under my hands. Angel needs to eat.

As soon as the squeal fades away, she nods to my butcher.

“Where’s my dog?”

As expected, he ignores her. He doesn’t like to speak to his victims unless he’s forced to by me.

The silence infuriates her, and she attempts to get his attention, straining against the belts wrapped tight across her chest and thighs. Seemingly ungrateful for the smooth leather strapping her in rather than the spiked restraints we usually employ to ensure dumb asses suffer with every move when they try to fight. She’s too magnificent to have her skin ripped into shreds.

“Where the hell is my dog?”

Unused to having a female in his grasp, Z cringes from her demand and glances back at me. Neither of them can see through the one-way window, but he knows I’m watching and wants to make sure I’m aware of what he’s having to tolerate since I’m not allowing him to gag her. I definitely know, and I’m fucking enjoying every minute of his irritation since he can be a real prick sometimes. Hell, most of the time.

I nod to Ronnie to begin the interrogation, and he chin bobs me back before gliding out the door with soundless steps. Fear that’s warranted floods her face from the monster stepping inside the torture chamber. She’s young, yet smart enough to comprehend him and his job.

She remains mute, but her breathing picks up and her sexy pink lips involuntarily part to suck in oxygen.

“Where’d your boyfriend put the money?’

This is what I like about Ronnie. He just jumps right in—no preambles or pleasantries. Which makes the process nicer for all of us involved. We get our information sooner and the idiots die quicker. Unless Z feels like drawing out their torment. I give him that leeway for his loyalty. If he wants to play with them once I get what I’m after, he can have at it.

“Where’s my dog?”

Fuck if she’s not resilient.

“Listen, bitch, I’m going to fucking yank out your teeth one by one until you tell us where that motherfucker hid the boss’s stash.”

Name-calling is unnecessary, and I seethe from Ronnie’s mistake.

She grimaces too when the realization of his threat sinks in and an enormous shudder rolls through her. Now she’s finally scared. Good. She’ll give us what we need, and then I’ll give her what she wants.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

She seems disgusted by the thought, which pleases me. I would like to think her standards are higher than a fuck up like him.

“He used to be my stepbrother, and he was just giving me a place to stay for a little bit. I don’t know anything about your business with him.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Ronnie slides a knife off the table and slowly traces the tip down her cheek. Not enough to draw blood, but she stills to ensure the blade doesn’t break her skin.

“I think you’re protecting him.”

“He’s not worth protecting.”

Agreed. Ronnie steps to her left and motions for Z to come closer. She pushes back against the seat when he picks up his pliers, ready to get to work on her lovely mouth.

“I’m telling you the truth! I don’t know anything! I just want to get my dog and get the hell out of here.”

Ignoring her panicked explanation, he grabs the arm of her chair and yanks the legs across the concrete. Giving her a scare without really harming anything except her mind. I’ll give her credit though she doesn’t scream. Just trembles from the force and twists her head from side to side when Z taps on her lip with his tool.

“Please be reasonable. I swear I really don’t know anything. I won’t tell anyone about what happened. I just want to get my dog and go.”

“Dog’s dead so stop moaning about him.”

Her body jolts as she absorbs the words. All the fire fades from her eyes. All the fight fades from her muscles. All the fortitude fades from her expression. Her head tips forward while her body falls limp.

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