Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“We are. He’s just a fucking bitch. Keeps wailing like he’s being tortured.” The disgust in Bane’s tone was one I recognized.
The PI was going to regret his dramatics if Bane snapped. He could be more ruthless than the rest of us.
But then again, I was walking a real close line to the edge of my sanity. It might be me who snapped. Every second that ticked by, my fucking head taunted me with what Noa was doing, what she was thinking, if she was hurt by my silence, and it was warping my mental stability.
“Shut up,” Locke groaned from inside the room, sounding disgusted and annoyed, just before we entered where the PI was being held.
A rope, which hung from the ceiling, was tied around his wrists. There was no blood or bruising on his face. Hell, his feet were firmly on the ground. What the fuck was he wailing about?
“People will know I’m missing!” the man shouted.
Locke rolled his eyes and lit the cigarette that he’d stuck between his lips. “You don’t say,” he drawled.
“They will! I’ve left notes. They will know who took me!” he spat out.
That was an issue we’d have to clear up.
“Yet you swore to me you’d told no one anything,” Bane drawled.
The PI’s face paled as he looked at Bane. He’d suffered some at Bane’s hand already. Bane had done a number on him—not physically, but mentally. When Locke had gone to assist Bane in bringing the man from the motel room he was in to here, the man had been in the corner, soaked in his own urine, mumbling about baby giraffes. The scent of his day-old piss clung to the air, making it smell worse down here than it normally did.
“Da-duh-ta-ma.” The man began to stammer nonsense as his body trembled.
Locke chuckled. “What psychological shit did you do to this one?” he asked Bane. “He’s fucked in the head.”
Bane took another step toward the man, and the front of his slacks darkened as he urinated on himself yet again.
“Did you lie to me?” he asked the man.
“Duh-da-duh,” he blubbered as his bottom lip began to quiver like a child facing punishment.
“Don’t go wack now. Fuck knows you wouldn’t shut the hell up before,” Locke told him as he inhaled, then let smoke out through his nose. “Seems he documented us. Has a list of our names, families, addresses, and interviewed folks in town stupid enough to talk. He has a list of their names too. We need to go pay some locals a visit.” Locke smirked.
“I’ve got the documentation, his cell phone, his computer, and even the backup drives he stashed in the safe in his motel room,” Bane said. “He didn’t have proof. Just hearsay.” Then he cut his eyes over to Locke. “Gathe, Oz, and Forge are currently paying the chatty locals a visit as we speak.”
Bane swung his gaze back to the PI. “But I need to know if there is anything more. Something you’re hiding.”
More nonsense fell from his lips.
Bane closed the distance between them and grabbed his face, squeezing it with one hand as he jerked him up high enough that his feet dangled above the floor. “Because if you’re lying, I’ll find out. And I won’t just feed you to my hogs. Those people you love, your brother and his wife—you know, the one you keep nudes of to jack off to?” He let out an evil chuckle. “Yeah, I know all about your obsession with your sister-in-law, even if your brother doesn’t.”
Bane twisted his head to the side hard. If he went just a few more inches, he’d snap it, but he knew that. This angle only caused the man to whimper in pain.
“I don’t have a conscience or moral code,” Bane told him. “I’ll even make sure your sweet, innocent momma pays for your sins,” he threatened before shoving him back so that he swung from his arms. “Pull the lever. He doesn’t get to touch the fucking ground,” Bane told Locke.
Locke reached over and pulled back on the handle that tightened the length of the rope until the man’s feet hovered inches from the concrete beneath him.
Bane sneered, “I might just send your brother those photos of his naked wife from your phone for shits and giggles. Let him see what his little brother is up to. Wouldn’t that make family gatherings fun?” He paused, then gave the man a bright, amused grin. “That is, if you live to experience another one of those.”
“No!” the man bellowed, no longer blubbering like he needed to be committed.
“Well, I’ll be damned. He found his words again,” Locke said, leaning back to watch with amusement.
Bane cocked an eyebrow at the man. “No?” he repeated. “Do you really think that I care about your wishes at this point?” He pointed at me. “You see this man? The one you trailed? Took photos of, asked questions about?”