Page 29 of Reign of the Queen
"Please," he begs with a whimper.
A deep laugh echoes through the room and Mateo moves forward, hands clenched at his side. "Please? Please what bitch? Did she say please when you took her off the street in downtown Casbury?" He punches Blair in the side of the head. "Or how about when you held her down?" His fist reigns down another blow. "Did she say please as you raped her, fucker?"
His fist swings forward again, but I grab his wrist, stopping the motion. At this point, with how hard he's hitting Blair, he'll either have brain damage or be dead shortly.I need answers, and dead men don't talk.
Mateo narrows his angry green eyes, staring back at me when I don't immediately release my hold. My eyes flash with suppressed rage, tightening my grip in warning. We can’t lose control here, he rolls his shoulders, pulls his fist from my hold and moves back
"How did you know where she would be?" The blade skates down Blair's bruised cheek to his ear.
"I... I didn't." Blair grunts as Finn grabs the back of his neck in a harsh grip.
"Oh Blair, you should know there's no point in lying now. The chances of you leaving this room in one piece are slim. But lying will ensure you leave with fewer pieces than you came in with." At that comment, I slice through the bottom of his right ear lobe. He lets out a hoarse scream, music to my ears. Tears, snot, and blood run down Blair's face. Finn tightens his hold, ensuring Blair can't jerk away from my knife.
"Thompson...Thompson, I heard him talking about your dad's whores." Blair lets out a gasp.
"Scooter Thompson?" Finn releases his grip on Blair's neck, swiveling around to the front of him, standing next to me.
"What did he say?" I lean in closer, allowing the knife to run up the shell of his bloodied ear in warning.
"He..." Blair gasps as I slice into the top of his ear, just a little shallow cut to entice and remind him I'm not fucking around.
A cry escapes his swollen bloodied mouth. "He said your dad had a bunch of high-priced whores that would do anything they were commanded to do and were ripe for the taking." Whimpers sound as I make another slice in the top of his ear.
"And you thought what, you would just help yourself to one?" Mateo throws out full vitriol.
"How did you recognize her as one of my dad's girls?" I demand, my hand tightening along the handle of the blade, sweat starting to gather on the back of my neck.
The knife trails down the side of his neck, leaving shallow cuts in my wake until I reach the collar of his shirt, using the sharp knife to cut away the material until his collarbone and shoulders are exposed. I stare back into his eyes, letting him see the monster inside of me, encouraging him to answer Mateo and my questions. When he tries to look away and doesn't answer immediately, I embed the point of the knife into his shoulder blade.
"FUCKKK!" He screams. "The tattoo on the back of her neck. I saw it. Thompson had told me what it looked like." Another scream leaves him as I pull the knife slightly out and shove it right back in a little deeper.
"Go on." Finn's eyes flash, arms crossed across his chest.
"I tried… I tried to talk to her first and offered the bitch money, but she wouldn't take it. She didn't want to suck my dick. She kept saying she belonged to someone."
"So, you took her right off the street, punched her in the head repeatedly until she passed out, threw her in your car, and took her out to the woods surrounding Casbury, isn't that, right?" Carter asks from the side, his body restless with agitation.
We watched the surveillance tape from the restaurant alley he dragged her into. We already know what happened to that poor girl, she wasn’t hard to find with the tracker she had embedded into her skin.
"Yes." He lets out with a moan, flinching as tears cascade down his face as I twist the knife in his flesh.
“Then what happened Blair, what did you do?” Finn smoldered with resentment
"You took her out to the woods and waited for her to regain consciousness; you gagged her, tied her arms to a tree, ripped her clothes off, and spent the next couple of hours repeatedly raping her. Isn't that right, Blair?" Mateo spits out with venom, dragging his hands through his long hair and pulling on the strands.
"Yes."
"All while knowing that she belonged to the Saint-Lamberts. Knowing that she belonged toVincent Saint-Lambert, isn't that right?" Rage pulses through my veins
Blair gasps for air, nodding his head in response as blood rushes down the side of his neck from his ear. The wounds the knife's making in his shoulder causing blood to gush down his abdomen and pool in his stained lap.
“You beat and raped her because she wouldn't suck your dick. Because she turned you down. Never once fearing the consequences of your actions. Is that right, Blair?" My anger causes my chest to rise and fall with rapid breaths
"She’s just a whore." He grunts out as I pull the knife once again from his flesh.
"That may have been so, Blair. But she wasn't your whore to play with." I slice across his chest and a rivulet of blood immediately rushes to greet the blade.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... please," he begs, panting as blood trickles down his body.
