Page 51 of Your Worst Fear
“Isn’t that a job requirement at this point?” I tried to joke, but it fell flat.
Henley was shaking with barely contained wrath. I’d never seen him so angry before. Not even when he’d found out I was the one trying to kill him.
Did my life matter more to him than his own?
I shook my head, wincing at the throb of pain. No. It didn’t. He was probably more angry that he now had to keep a close eye on me while he got the answers he needed out of the man he’d knocked out.
“Get to the unit and sit down,” he instructed, moving toward the passed-out man on the ground.
“You need my help?—”
“I saidgo, Grace,” Henley snapped, sending me a stern look over his shoulder as he grabbed the man by his shoulders.
Despite my newest hobby of disobeying him, I listened.
Henley’s fist swung, knuckles cracking against a rock-hard jaw. The man startled awake, confusion written all over his face.
He tried to stand, but it was useless. Henley had tied him to a chair in the middle of the unit, much like he’d done to me not long ago.
The man struggled against the binds, face reddening with each tug. “What the fuck is this?” His eyes landed on me across the room, sitting in my own chair—unbound. He glared at me, rage shining in his hazy gaze. “You fucking bitch?—”
Henley stepped to the side, blocking his view of me. I looked down at my lap, wishing like hell Henley had a bed in here. My head hurt, and sitting in this uncomfortable metal chair wasn’t my idea of fun at the moment.
“Don’t talk to her. Don’t evenlookat her.” Henley’s voice was a command no one could ignore. There was a lethal edge to it, promising the man’s death if he chose to disobey.
Using his brains, the man peered up at Henley. “What’s the plan here? Beat me for answers?”
“Sounds about right.” Henley swung again, this time right in the man’s eye. “That’s for touching her.”
My head snapped up at the same time the man’s curse words flung about the unit. This wasn’t supposed to be about me. It was to get information on who wanted Henley dead.
Despite that, I, too, wanted to see the man begging for mercy. I could sit here like a wet kitten, or I could revel in the small bit of revenge Henley seemed to be getting on my behalf.
Or maybe it was all for him.
Henley aimed low, punching him right in the gut. The man tried to bend in half to cater to the pain, but the ropes restricted his movements.
Satisfaction coursed through me at the sight of his suffering.
Henley’s fist was red, but he didn’t seem to notice. “That’s for calling her anything but her name.”
The man spit blood onto his lap. “Get to the fucking point.”
I drew my feet up onto the seat, knees pressed to my chest as I wrapped my arms around them, watching.
“Who hired your team to kill me?”
The man laughed, more blood mixed with saliva dripping from his mouth. “You think I’m gonna tell you that?”
Henley didn’t hesitate. His fist made contact with his other eye. The man’s head snapped to the side, his breathing more ragged now.
Henley pulled his gun out of the waistband of his jeans and squatted before him. “Who hired your team to kill me?”
“Go to hell.”
“Cover your ears, Grace.” Henley didn’t have to look in my direction for me to know his intent.
My palms covered my ears a split second before Henley shot the man in the foot. He cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks to mix with the blood leaking from his lips.
