“You’re a murderer,” I whisper. “You killed people that I’ve known for a long time. Those guys in the back of that truck were innocent, some of them were my friends.”
“Your friends?” he snorts. “You have no idea what they were.”
I narrow my eyes. “And you do?”
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
I shift back further, but he reaches out and takes my arm, tugging me off the bed as if I weigh no more than a feather. I land on my feet and stumble forward. “I’ve already packed some clothes and shit for you, now let’s move.”
“You can’t just take me,” I cry, struggling.
“I can, and I fuckin’ will.”
He pulls me out the door and leads me down the hall. We run into a group of bikers just outside the front door. I notice Maddox right away, because he’s so incredibly dominant. He turns and glares at me; I recoil behind Krypt. That dude scares the shit out of me.
“We got a big fuckin’ problem, Krypt.”
“What?”
“Seems there’s more that are workin’ behind the fuckin’ scenes, Howard has another two boys we don’t know about.”
Howard? Who’s Howard?
“Fuckin’ who?” Krypt grates out.
“One called Tristan, another called Luke.”
“I already knew that,” Krypt grunts.
My eyes widen. “What?”
Maddox glares at me. “Anyone ask you to fuckin’ speak?”
“You’ve killed my friends, you’ve kidnapped me, and now you’re talking about people I care about. I’m not giving you a choice; I’m fuckin’ speaking.”
His eyes widen and he smirks.
Yeah, you bastard. I have sass.
“You know those boys, then?”
“Of course I know them. I worked with them.”
He narrows his eyes now, staring at me. “You know Howard?”
“Who the fuck is Howard?”
“She ain’t in on it, boss,” Krypt says. “I can tell you that right now.”
“In on what?” I demand, trying to jerk my arm free from Krypt’s grasp.
Maddox ignores me and keeps talking. “We need to take them two fuckers out. They’ll spill too much information.”
“What?” I cry, thinking of Tristan. I saw some dodgy things going on, but that doesn’t mean I want him killed.
Maddox storms forward, taking my arm in his. “Listen here, girl, and listen fuckin’ good. Your boys are fuckin’ bigger criminals than half the fuckin’ bastards there.”
“Maybe so, but it’s not your right to hurt him. Regardless, he’s my friend.”
“He is workin’ for a criminal; a fuckin’ deadly one. If he’s your friend, it’s all a damned act.”
“You’re a liar,” I cry, losing my patience.
I spin around and I twist my wrist so hard Krypt is forced to let it go. He steps towards me, but I divert him quickly with a swift punch to his stomach. He oomphs, and takes two steps back. Maddox grabs my arm and I spin around, lifting my knee and driving it right into his balls. With a bellow, he lets me go.
I take a step back, glaring at all of them. “I don’t care who you are, or what fuckin’ club you come from. Some of those men are my friends, and you have taken me from my life. I deserve to understand.”
Maddox is panting, and shooting daggers in my direction. Krypt almost looks . . . impressed.
“Don’t even start on me about your balls. It won’t hurt you not to reproduce, you jackass,” I bark at Maddox.
He straightens and walks towards me, his eyes flaring with rage. He lunges at me, wrapping a hand around my arm and jerking me so close I can smell his breath. “I’ve warned you enough times. Now I’m fuckin’ pissed off.”
“So do something about it,” I spit back at him. “Kill me. You’re going to anyway, aren’t you?”
“Damn fuckin’ right I am.”
“Consider this,” I growl. “You kill me, you’re giving up the chance at some seriously good information. I know Tristan and I know Luke. I saw what went on behind the walls at that prison. So go ahead and shoot me; I fuckin’ dare you.”
Now he looks impressed.
“I thought you were a fuckin’ pansy,” he grunts, letting me go, and shoving me back. “You give me information, I let you live. You kick me in the balls again, I’ll put a bullet right in your cunt, for revenge purposes.”
I snort. “Fine. It’s a deal.”
“Fuck me,” Krypt mutters from behind me.
“Seems you might have found a decent one, for once.” Maddox smirks in the general direction that Krypt is standing.