Page 128 of Rebel Revenge

Shit.

Fang thought faster than I did. In a second, he had Leonn shoved up against the wall, a hand over his fat lips.

“Shut your mouth,” he hissed, low and deadly. “So help me fucking God, you utter one more sound, and I’ll take great pleasure in snapping your neck right here.”

I grabbed his sleeve, knowing he was fully capable of carrying out the threat. “You can’t! There’s two hundred people out there in the yard! Those papers Vaughn signed said there were security cameras…” I looked around the room wildly and didn’t see anything, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. “What if there’s some in here?”

Fang leaned on Leonn’s fat neck, glancing around the same way I was before his blue-eyed gaze finally came to rest on mine. “What do you want, Pix? We gotta decide now. We let him go, and he’s running straight out there to tell Caleb we’re here. Game over.”

Leonn tried shaking his head, like he wouldn’t do exactly that if Fang released him.

I laughed in his face. “As if we’d believe you.” I tried to think, but my mind was a whirlwind. I had him here. One of my enemies. It was exactly what I’d wanted. But I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t prepared. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. I didn’t just want to kill him.

I wanted to make it hurt.

I wanted him scared and begging, just the way I had.

The walls suddenly felt like they were closing in. I needed to get out. I stuck my head out the front door and glanced over at the gates where we’d come in. There was no one there. The gates had been locked with a shiny silver padlock, the bouncer gone.

Why the fuck were the gates locked?

So no one could get in?

Or so no one could get out?

A sinking feeling in my stomach threatened to take over and cloud my brain with confusion, but I pushed it all away. “Get him out here.” On the ground in front of me lay a coil of rope, holding down an inflatable skeleton. I knelt and frantically untied it, not caring if the skeleton floated away in the breeze.

I held it up triumphantly to Fang, and he yanked Leonn off the wall.

“What’s your plan here, Pix?” Fang asked in a hushed whisper as I wrapped the rope around Leonn’s wrists as tight as I could.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, adrenaline pumping through me, but not having the desired effect of sharpening my mind. “I really have no idea. Tie him up, put him up the side of the house for someone to find later after we’re long gone.”

Fang ground his molars. “That’s not much of a plan.”

“I know!” I glanced around frantically. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. We were just supposed to observe tonight. “You got anything better?”

“Shove him in the car and kill him?”

Leonn barely even reacted. It was like he’d already accepted his defeat. He just stood there silently, not even struggling.

It sent an anger raging through me I’d only ever felt one other night. I shoved him in the chest. “Why aren’t you scared?”

He mumbled something behind Fang’s hand that I couldn’t make out. Fang pulled his hand away to let him talk with a glare that clearly said, ‘you scream, and I’ll end you.’

Leonn’s eyes looked dead. Any spark in them completely extinguished. “I deserve to die.”

I ground my molars, trying to decide what to do. Eventually, I shook my head hard. “You do. But not like this. This is too easy.”

Fang held him while I got real close, right up in the face of one of the men who’d hurt me.

“I’m coming for you. Just know that. You won’t know when. You won’t know how. But one day soon, you’ll know true fear.”

“Just kill me,” he begged.

“Not a fucking chance,” I growled in his face, the words practically demonic.

Rage coursed through me. I hated this man. Hated him with everything I had inside me, and that hate had nowhere to go. I ripped off Fang’s cape and shoved it in Leonn’s mouth, muffling his pitiful cries. “Tie him up. Leave him around the side of the house. Kneecap him if you have to, I don’t care. Just make it so he can’t let anyone else know we’re here until we’re gone.”

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