He took her hand tugging her closer. Zero rested his hands on her hips, staring into her eyes.
“What?”
“I don’t have an answer for what he’s going to do next. You cannot leave my side, do you hear me? I will not sacrifice you to him.”
She kissed his palm. “I’m not going anywhere. I will fight him by your side.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she breathed in his masculine scent. This moment wasn’t going to last long. Alan had a plan, and right now they were working to his plan, no one else’s.
“Trevor would be so pissed off right now,” Zero said.
Withdrawing, she frowned at him. “Why?”
“He would hate how we’re being given the runaround by a man we don’t even know that well. All of our lives we’ve handled everything thrown our way, and yet we don’t have a clue when Alan is going to strike next.”
She rubbed at her temple. “What are you trying to say?”
“We’ve been looking at this all fucking wrong. Alan is scared.” He pointed at the picture. “He doesn’t want anyone to remember he was around. The guy is trying to be a fucking ghost.”
“I don’t see what you’re trying to say.”
Zero stood up, grunting. “Fuck, he’s going to be in one of the Fort Wills abandoned warehouses. The only place he can go without being detected. No one goes to those places. Fuck, we own one of the warehouses because it’s secure. We’ve just got to figure out which one and take him out.”
Prue smiled seeing what he was saying. They could stop Alan before he had a chance to lash out and hurt the people they cared about.
****
“So you’re the computer whizz. You type everything into a little computer, and pop, there is a wealth of information at your fingertips?” Alan stared into Whizz’s eyes. The man was tied to a chair, his arms bound to the arms of the chair as his feet were also tied to the chair to stop him from moving.
“What the fuck do you want with me?” Whizz asked, cursing.
Stepping back, Alan looked at the board of pictures he’d made of The Skulls. After Sophia had been taken away, he’d gotten his men to follow Whizz. They had watched him waiting near a dirt road on the outside of Fort Wills. The opportunity to take him was irresistible. Looking at the pictures, Alan looked through them all. They were all happy, and then there were pictures of the chaos he’d brought down on all of them.
“Me? I want nothing.” Alan chuckled.
“Yeah, you want Zero. He fucked up your face, and now it’s payback. I always knew Zero had something about him. He wasn’t just another pretty face.”
Alan landed the first blow to the side of Whizz’s face.
He watched as the other man simply spat blood onto the ground beside him. “You hit like a pussy.”
Throwing another blow, Alan gritted his teeth. Whizz groaned but didn’t make another move to say anything.
Walking away from the man, he unrolled the torture materials he’d spent the last couple of years training with. The men who collected Whizz were playing cards a couple of feet away. None of them had anything to say to him.
“So, you’re friends with Zero.”
Whizz laughed. “Zero’s a good guy. Everyone is friends with him.”
Staring at the pictures, he put a cross through Sophia’s face then Nash’s. “I’m doing all right taking out the people who mean something to Zero. By the time I’m through with him there will only be a few people standing.”
The other man started laughing.
“What the fuck do you have to laugh at?” Alan asked, folding his arms over his chest.
“You’ve killed a nurse, shot a woman, and stabbed a woman. Every person you’ve hurt has a fucking cunt. You’re nothing but a pussy, and you can’t take on a real man.” Whizz chuckled. “You’ve picked off the women. What are you going to do to face the men?”
Alan didn’t say anything. He couldn’t think of a single comeback to the other man.
“See, you’ve got nothing.”
Picking up the knife, he walked over to Whizz and slammed the blade into his hand going through the wood. Whizz howled in pain, screaming and cursing.
Laughing, he brought another knife toward Whizz, sliding the tip of the blade down his face. “Now, what do you think?” he asked.
“I’m tied to a fucking chair. Try and take me on when you’ve got some fucking balls.” Whizz spat in Alan’s face.
Stepping back, Alan wiped the spittle from his face.
Gripping the knife, he slammed the knife into Whizz’s other palm.
Torturing Whizz would give him little satisfaction.