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I drop Eric from my shoulder and smirk when he groans at the impact of the cold ground.
Kaos helps me lift him and secures his wrists to the chains hanging from the ceiling, leaving him dangling with only the tips of his toes touching the ground.
It’s then that Crew pushes the door open, and Camilla trails in after him, her eyes darting around the space, but none of the horror I expect appears in her pretty gray eyes.
“This is heaps bigger than the one dad had,” she muses as she moves toward the table of toys Kaos and I like playing with.
When she picks up a blow torch from the table, I swear I almost come from the sight alone. She turns to me with a knowing smile before she drops it back in its spot. “Why haven’t you brought me down here before?”
“We haven’t had many people down here since you arrived, Little Lamb,” I tell her truthfully. It actually hadn’t crossed my mind to bring her down here, but now that I know she’s as perfectly bloodthirsty as I am, that’s going to have to change. “How’d things go with your uncle and cousin?”
She smirks, but it’s Crew that responds, a proud smile tipping up the corners of his lips. “Scott’s in the hospital.”
My eyes flicker to Camilla, and she shrugs. “He shouldn’t have put hands on me, and I wouldn’t have tried to cut one of them off.”
Kaos barks out a laugh and I follow close behind him.
This fucking woman is everything.
“I got quite the shock when I met her in the garage and she got out of the car still covered in his blood.”
“Why do I always miss out on all the fun?” I pout.
Camilla shakes her head, but there’s a knowing smile that tells me I’ll have my time.
We’re cut off by another groan from our prisoner, and I tear my eyes from my girl to turn my attention to the task at hand.
Crew steps forward, while my little lamb leans against the wall beside the door, her arms crossed over her chest and pushing her perfect tits up. I’m a little annoyed that she’s not wearing one of my shirts, but I’ll be sure to remedy that once we’re done in here.
Instead, she’s dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a cropped sweatshirt that allows me the tiniest peek at the soft flesh of her stomach. Okay, maybe the outfit isn’t so bad.
“Eric,” Crew barks, and the man blinks his eyes open at the sound of his old friend’s voice. It takes him a few moments to take in the room he’s found himself hanging in and tests the chains around his wrists before finally focusing on Crew again.
“What are you doing?” he asks, fear creeping into his gaze. “We’re friends, Crew. Why the fuck would you do this to me?”
“I think the better question is, why the fuck would you try to sabotage one of our businesses, friend?” He snarls the final word, and I look over at the man who is usually so cool, calm, and collected. It’s been a while since he’s let this side of himself out, and I’m curious to see how my little lamb reacts to it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eric lies, and I shake my head, moving toward the table of knives to pick which I want to begin with. I need to start with making him bleed, but then I’m thinking shattering some bones might be fun.
“I think he’s forgotten who he’s dealing with,” I muse, returning with a small knife and handing it to Crew. For once, he’s not dressed in a suit, and perhaps the black cargo pants and fitted Henley should have been my first indication that he wants to get his hands dirty as badly as we do.
He takes the knife before stepping forward, his mismatched eyes moving over our victim. “See, I find that hard to believe.” The knife glides through the plain black shirt Eric’s wearing, and as soon as his pale flesh is visible, Crew slices a perfect line down the center of his chest, tearing a scream from his throat. “Do you want to try again?” He raises a brow, the knife poised against Eric’s chest.
“If you’re talking about the fight club being raided, I had nothing to do with that! I was there to watch some of the new fighters before next weekend. You know me. I wouldn’t betray you.” His pathetic begging is already getting on my nerves, but it’s too early to cut out his tongue, no matter how much I would love to do exactly that.
“And the debt you keep worming your way out of?” Crew asks. “The fact you live completely off the grid and yet have a gambling addiction that should have got you killed by now. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“I paid the sharks back! I always do!”
“With what money?” I ask. “Because as far as we can tell, you don’t have a job. You don’t work for us or any of the five families. So where the fuck would you have gotten a million dollars to pay off your latest debt?”
Whatever blood that was left in his cheeks drains away, and he knows he’s in trouble. As if that wasn’t already abundantly clear from the fact he’s tied up in a concrete room surrounded by some of the most deadly men to ever call the city home.
“I was doing some odd jobs for some out-of-town people. Nothing big, but it paid well.”
“Lie!” Crew barks as he slices into his chest again.
I glance over my shoulder at Camilla, who’s transfixed on every move Crew makes as if she’s seeing him for the first time, and hell, she is seeing this version of him, and she’s not scared. If anything, I think she’s a little turned on.
