Chapter 45
Mason
1 slide the magazine into my gun, watching King pull up beside me on his bike. A second later, Falcon and Elliot arrive, popping open the tank… The spy is bound with rope, blood seeping from a nasty cut on his forehead.
The Iron Serpents have been quiet for a while, but now they’re sending spies to inthate the clubhouse. This traitor is their latest attempt
“Let’s get this shit over with. I have plans toniglu, King says, his voice as cold as the night air.
I want to ask about Älyva, but I keep my mouth shut. I’ll just check on her tomorrow.
I went home the other night, partly because the chair was wrecking my back, but mostly because the jealousy I’ve been feeling is turning into an ugly, green monster. I couldn’t take in anymore. So, I’ve buried myself in extra work to distract myself, which Gray has been happy to provide. The distraction helps, at least a little. But it doesn’t change the fact that Alyssa’s return has done something to me that I can’t seem to reverse
We drag the spy into the clubhouse and down to the basement, the air thick with the stench of motor oil and damp concrete. The dim overhead lights flickers, casting long, uneven shadows across the tarp. Falcon and Elliot tie the man up to a chair beneath the tarp while I start filling the basin.
with water.
Waterboarding is one of King’s favorite methods of torture, and as a master of his craft, he will get the answers Gray wants within an hour or so. He
“Now, why did the Iran Serpents send you to spy on us?” King asks, circling the man like a predator häinting its prey.
1-1 don’t know,” he stammers, trembling with fear.
King crouches in front of him, shaking his head. This could’ve been eny, but olwviously you want the hard way,” he says, then motions for me to bring the basin over
I roll it into place and grab a towel, draping it over the spy’s face and making sure it covers his nose and mouth. He’s already shaking, his breath coming out in shallow gasps as he realizes what’s coming nest
Kang nods towards me and I grab the pitcher, pouring cold water over the cloth. The spy trashes against the chair, choking and spattering. His body jerks with panic as the water seeps into the fabric, drowning him dowly without actually submerging him. Tomure doesn’t always get reliable
information, but I’ve seen this technique break guys who’d rather be shot than feel like they’re suffocating.
He’s cracking already, it won’t be long.
Show’s Alyssa and the baby doing?” ask casually, like we’re not in the middle of torturing some sorry bastard that made the mistake of crossing us. He continues to thrash as 1 pour another splash of water over the clothi. His chest heaves, his muscles tensing, and his muffled gasps and cries sound like a man already halfway to death.
King’s expression hardens. “They’d be fine if Gray would leave them the fuck alone.
“What happened”
Tm surprised he didn’t tell you, or maybe he did, and you just want my side of it,” King says, shooting me a knowing smile.
Gray did tell me his version, but there’s always two sides to every story–and somewhere in between is the truth. I’m good at precing that part together once I’ve gotten the facts. All I care is that Alyssa’s safe, and neither Gray nor King’s selfish decisions are putting her in harm’s way
“Gray had us bring her to the house and tried to keep her there. Didn’t give a damn about what she wanted, just made the decision for her.”
I hold back the urge to ask, “Isn’t that what you wanted to do to her, too?”
It gnaws at me, the jealousy, the frustration. I’m standing here, drowning this guy, and all I can think about is her, It’s pathetic, really. Watching King torture him with case while I struggle to keep my own head above water. Maybe that’s why I’m pouring the water slower than usual, giving the apy just a few more seconds of air.
I know how it feels to be tortured, how cruel it can be, except this man will be relieved of his suffering soon. I won’t
Lucky bastard
“Niko and I fought him on that, and I could see it in his eyes that Gray didn’t like that shit,” he continues, his eyes fixed on the spy’s wide, wild eyes dut remind me of a trapped animal. His face is quickly changing from pale to purple, but I keep pouring the water. “Now Alyssa’s freaked out, thanking we’re all going to get hurt because of her. I’ve got a bad feeling she might try to nun. We need to keep a closer eye on her.
Tarch a brow. “You mean, like the closer eye Gray wants to keep on her!”
King’s jaw tightens. That’s different. He wants to control her.”
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follow King out of the clubhouse, leaving Falcon and Elbet behind to clean up. “If Alyssas up phen
over bis shoulder, smirking “You’ve got her number. Why don’t you tell her yourself?” Then, without waiting for an answer, he
disappear into the night before thing out my phone.
by haven’t I thought of that! –
something stupid, something like how I feel about her. But that would be pointless.
hover over the keyboard for a long moment. What the hell should I say? A casual goodnight sounds awkward, but I want to say ng. I need to hear from her, even if I’ll see her in the morning.
I finally rype wanted to check on you and Zur, Good night, little warrior. I’ll see you tonnerrow
at the screen for a few seconds, feeling stupid. But it’s done now. Sem. She’ll see if I d
