Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
The other woman looked from me to Maria and back with wide, terrified eyes. Tears tracked from her eyes and sweat beaded her brow. She was getting the idea things were about to get serious.
“¡Cuando salgamos de aquí te voy a matar, bastardo!” Maria screamed. Her fury would have been funny if I hadn’t been so furious. These women were responsible for everything Dorothy went through before I found her. Now, it only fueled my anger.
In a move as sudden as it was spontaneous, I backhanded Maria hard enough to knock her out. She went limp, her body hanging from her wrists. I never thought hitting a woman would ever give me satisfaction, but there was no denying I liked knowing I caused pain to Maria. I knew she’d sold Dorothy to men who would have hurt her, raped, and beaten all those women if we hadn’t rescued them.
It was about two more hours before Stitches was confident the worst of the effects of the Ecstasy had worn off all three women. Maria, the mouthy one, was yelling and threatening while the other two were still gagged. I’d singled out Maria because she was the one who’d pushed them to take Dorothy. The others had gone along with it but wouldn’t have on their own. Didn’t mean they got to live. Just meant they had a better chance of a quick death. Because I was about to scare the Holy Spirit out of them.
Sting and Brick, as well as all the officers of Iron Tzars, were witness to what was about to happen.
“You think you’re gonna fuck me, cabrón? You’re all going to die!” She sneered at me. “Go ahead. If you can get your pencil dick to work.” She gave me a maniacal smile and bit out, “I like it rough.”
“I’m sure you do,” I said. “But you’re not gettin’ fucked. First, we don’t do that. Even if you deserve a little tit for tat.”
“I didn’t do nothing to that perra!”
“Sure you did.” I pulled my knife from the sheath strapped to my thigh, examining the blade. It was a wicked, serrated knife with a thick hilt. “I already know this because we have your phone and text records. Even from the burner phones you thought were untraceable.” I leaned in to whisper to her. “They weren’t.” Wow. I hope Wylde was proud of himself. I’d been hanging around him so much I even sounded like him. But, hey. It was better than the one- and two-word sentences I’d been reduced to when I’d first met Dorothy. The mere thought of her put me in the frame of mind I needed to complete this task. “Torturing women isn’t really my thing. But I’m making an exception. Just for you. So, here’s your choices. You can continue to be a little cunt and last for days or even weeks, or you can tell me what I want to know and go quickly without suffering.” I shrugged. “Make your decision.”
She barked out a laugh. “You don’t scare me.”
“Really?” I grinned.
“Yeah. Crazy American. You think we’re stupid? You’re not gonna do anything to us.”
I lunged forward and stabbed Maria in the shoulder with my knife, burying it to the hilt. She screamed over and over with every breath. Then I pulled it out slowly, and she sobbed out her pain.
“Now,” I said, picking up a cloth laying on a hay bale and cleaning my blade. “You understand I mean business. Yes?”
“What do you want! Why are you doing this! ¡No hice nada!”
“Oh, but you did do something, Maria. You sold out my woman. Your roommate. I want to know who picked Dorothy up at that rave. And I want to know who your contacts are.”
“I don’t know anything!” When I stabbed her other shoulder, she screamed again. This time, hysterically, thrashing and trying to kick out even though her ankles were still zip-tied.
“Oh, I think you do. His name is Enrique. Right?” Maria’s eyes got wide, and she nodded before she could stop herself. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Was it?”
“He’ll kill me,” she sobbed. “I can’t tell you anything!”
“Oh, honey,” I said with mock sympathy. “Didn’t you realize? You’re dead already. There’s no getting past this.” She whimpered as tears flowed freely down her face. Sweat trickled from her forehead to mingle with her tears. The coppery stench of her blood permeated the basement and overrode the musty, damp smell I normally associated with this place.
“Look,” she pleaded. “It was a one-time thing. He needed a virgin, and he overheard Dorothy talking about how she wanted to pop her cherry while she was in school. He came to us.”
“Ah, see? That’s gonna cost you.”
“What? No! No!”
I picked up an axe leaning against the wall and rested it on my shoulder. “I’ll give you this one chance to change your statement. After this, you get no free passes. Now. Did Enrique really contact you?”