Page 51 of Torrent’s Treasure

“Want to talk yet?” Abby asked, pausing.

“Never, bitch,” Jasmine hissed.

Abby walked around and shaved off Jasmine’s eyebrows, then shaved off strips of her hair until there was only stubble on her head. Abby walked away and came back with a mirror, turning it toward Jasmine.

Jasmine’s eyes widened.

“See her. She’s a stupid cunt because I’m offering her help. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll help you get away from the Grave Prowlers MC,” Abby reasoned.

“They’re in the room. How can you help?” Jasmine whimpered, sniffing.

Jasmine had always been vain about her looks, and with two small things, Abby had made her look like a victim.

“Dragon, doesn’t our agreement state that I can leave with Jasmine at any time?” Abby asked.

“It does. You get her to answer the questions, and you can get her safe from us,” Dragon confirmed.

Torrent had never thought Jasmine was very smart, and he was positive that Jasmine wasn’t smart enough to figure out that getting away from the Grave Prowlers MC didn’t mean she’d be free.

“What do you want to know?” Jasmine relented.

“First off, who all are you related to?” Abby asked.

“Judith is my second cousin. My parents are dead.”

“Who wanted you watching the club members?” Abby pressed.

“Horace and Eustace Fink threatened me that if I didn’t give them information about the Grave Prowlers, they’d send me away to work as a sex slave,” Jasmine confessed.

“It seems like you were the victim here,” Abby soothed, walking closer and putting her hand on Jasmine’s shoulder. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Abby cared about Jasmine.

“I am. I am,” Jasmine implored.

“Who is Linny’s father?” Abby asked.

Jasmine jerked back as much as she could in the chair.

“I can’t say,” Jasmine choked out.

“Hmm, ‘can’t’ or ‘won’t’ gets the same results. I want to be on your side, Jasmine, but if you aren’t truthful with me, then I have to assume that you’re not a victim but an accomplice. Now, let’s try this again. Remember, honesty means I can keep you safe from these guys behind me that want you dead. Who is Linny’s father?” Abby repeated.

“Someone Eustace’s dad brought by Judith’s house. He was from New Mexico, and Eustace wanted to do business with him. They raped Judith. Either could be the father,” Jasmine blurted.

Abby stood up and walked around behind Jasmine, placing her hands on Jasmine’s shoulders.

“What was the man from New Mexico’s name?” Abby asked.

“Bastian Barreto,” Jasmine said.

“Good job, Jasmine. You do seem like the victim, but what about Leslie Sikes?” Abby countered.

Jasmine’s eyes widened.

“Leslie who?” Jasmine stammered.

“Aww, Jasmine, and we were doing so well. Why did you choose to lie to me?” Abby murmured, standing up and reaching into her bag, taking out large needle-nose pliers.

“I didn’t lie,” Jasmine insisted, her voice shaking.