Page 99 of Thor & Dragon

“I was paid to plant them.”

I don’t remove the pliers or lessen my grip. “Keep talking.”

“I don’t know who she is, though. She told me where to put them—”

She’s cut off by the door opening and I’m relieved it’s just my men, but then I’m slightly panicking that they’re going to be pissed at me.

Once the door is shut, they take up positions on opposite sides of the room and lean against the wall, though they are close enough that they can see what I’m doing behind her back. Jax gives each of them a translation device.

“Carry on, Wildcat,” Thor says, and the weight that was on my shoulders lessens. Dragon smirks at me and gives me a chin lift.

“You were saying?”

Nicole doesn’t answer me as she stares at Thor, so we start bending her nails back. She screeches and when I rip off the fourth nail; we move to the thumbs.

“Stop!”

Once again, I don’t remove the pliers or lessen the grip.

“She told me where to place them and then to see if I could charm my way into someone’s bed. Then I’d plant more overnight.”

“Where are the other cameras? How many?” Thor asks. She doesn’t answer, so we start bending her nails back and when they break, they’re ripped off like the others.

Getting up, I walk over to the table and make a show of inspecting the weapons. “?????. You know, things will be much easier for you if you’d just answer when you’re asked a question.”

Picking up some brass knuckles, I slip them on each hand, even though they are a little big. Hmmm, I should probably order some smaller ones if I’m ever gonna have to do this again. I’ll probably have some bruises later since they are a little big, but it’s a small price to pay.

Walking back up to her, I place a finger under her chin and tilt her head up. “Answer him.”

She presses her lips together, refusing to answer. Pulling back, I land a punch to her ribs, followed by one to her chest. Normally I’d never tit-punch another woman, but this bitch needs to learn you don’t mess with my family. And that means I’ll do anything to protect them.

Nicole glares at me as she pants but doesn’t say anything.

A few minutes go by with me, punching her ribs, tits and even twisting her nipples painfully. Bitch made it easy for me by not wearing a bra.

Still, she doesn’t say anything.

Deciding to take another route, I go back to the table and set the brass knuckles to the side. I thought I saw something in her hair earlier, so I’m hoping my theory is correct.

Picking up the pliers again, I walk behind her and remove her ponytail holder. Running my hands through her hair, I feel a grin forming when my fingers run over little clusters of hair.

Perfect.

I part her hair so that there’s a row of extensions visible and twist the rest up into a messy bun on the top of her head. Picking up a section, I wrap the hair around my hand and then grip it with my fist. With the pliers, I clamp down on the bead and pull slightly. Her body stiffens and I wonder if this will be what it takes for her to crack.

“Where’d you stash the remaining cameras?”

Since I can’t see her face, I glance at Sasha, who’s taken up point in front of her.

“?????? ???.”

Gripping hard with both hands, I yank out the extension. Nicole screams, shouting obscenities as she tries to curl in on herself.

Lining up again, I clamp down on the bead, and at Sasha’s nod, I rip another one out. This time, part of her skin comes with it.

Repeating the process two more times, I’m lining up to grip another bead when I hear her faintly say something.

Sasha reaches out with her blade, places it under her chin, and lifts her head up.

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