Page 161 of Forged in the Fire
SILAS
The room was dankand stale.
Clad in gloom and shadows.
Hidden in the depths of the clubhouse.
Walls so fucking thick there wasn’t a chance that anyone else could hear the wails coming from within.
And wails there were.
I dragged the tip of the blade across the bastard’s chest, opening up the flesh.
Motherfucker howled where he was bound to a wooden chair, his wrists tied to the armrests and his ankles to the legs.
His entire body arched from the chair.
Like he was stupid enough to think that he might be able to escape the fate he had condemned himself to.
Blood gushed from the wound, a wave slicking down his chest in a sheet. It thinned out in streaks that dribbled onto his bare stomach, mixing with the wound that had been made there, too.
I leaned in close to his face and demanded, “Not gonna ask you again. What does Kent know?”
Motherfucker angled back and spat in my face. “I’m not telling you shit.”
Rage surged, and I lifted my arm and wiped the blight off with my shoulder, teeth grinding as I attempted to keep the fury reined.
The thoughts of Brinley that kept invading made it damned near impossible. The memory of her trapped with that knife to her throat leaving me close to unhinged.
He was going to feel that same fear and pain a hundredfold.
But first, I needed answers.
“Bad idea, acting like that in the position you’re in, don’t you think?”
He squirmed as I played the tip of the knife around a spot that I’d already opened on his shoulder, but he only clenched his jaw, trapping the words I knew wanted to get free.
Phoenix itched behind me. A barely held frenzy licking across his flesh. A phantom waiting in the shadows. Demon begging to come out to play.
Wanting to dig his talons into this asshole and make him pay the way he deserved.
Phoenix could play with him later.
Right then, I had to extract whatever secrets and dirty deeds this piece of shit was hiding.
Everything was riding on this.
If Kent had any indication of what was coming for him, we were dead.
Every single one of us.
And I wasn’t sure if this scum coming here was a warning that Kent had a suspicion, or if the deviant was just giving another go at putting me and my crew under his thumb.
The latter didn’t fit.
Not when it was clear he was here for Brinley.
This was about Dereck.
