Page 67 of Unexpected Redemption

“Whaaat?” Shep drawls. “After all this fun we’ve been having? Don’t you like us, Yev?”

The maggot flops his sweaty cheek onto the tarp.

“If you aren’t going to talk, I’ve got some more fun I can have with you.” I let my expression take on an unhinged glow. “You like to have fun, don’t you? Like you did with my sweet Lettie. Did you know they recorded you? With her?” My teeth gnaw into the inside of my lower lip. “Did you send that to me, or was it someone else?”

“He make me do that.” His face screws over to one side. “He record all of us. Keep us loyal.”

“Hewho?” I prod.

“Boss.”

My eyes roll, and my shoulders rise and fall with a forced breath to expel the frustration. “Which one, Yev?”

He shakes his head, eyes and mouth sealed as if he’s erecting a wall between him and the information I need.

Well, fuck that.

I dig my fingers roughly into the side of his neck, pinching a pressure point. He screeches and squirms to get away from me, but my grip is unyielding. “Which fucking boss, Yev?”

“No.Blyat!”

I press harder. “Which one? Last chance.”

He shakes his head, refusing to rat out his fucking boss, which I’d bet money is Viktor. I need to know if there are others involved. If we don’t take them all down, then they’ll be back in business in no time.

I release his neck and shove him away from me. “On his stomach. Grab his feet.”

Without wasting a second, I storm to the corner for the cane.

“No, no, no,” Yev yells, terror dripping from his whiny voice.

As soon as Sawyer and Aaron have him in position, I waste no time. Three swats on the same spots I hit earlier.

He screams the answer. “Viktor. Viktor. My boss is Viktor.”

I drop the cane, inhaling through my nose. Needing a moment to cool off, I lean against the wall and motion at Shepto proceed with the questions. He heard the conversation I had with the team upstairs through the comms, same as the rest of them.

Instead of bending toward his face, Shep shoves Yev back onto his side and stands over him.“Does Savin know you’re his half-brother?”

“Da,” he affirms in his Russian tongue. Likely, the pain has rendered his English a thing of the past.

“What about Katia?” Shep asks. “Does she know you’re related too?”

At the mere mention of her name, his eyes narrow to slits, and his upper lip curls.

Sue was fucking right.

Shep smacks Yev’s cheek again. Just to taunt him. “What’s the matter, Yev? You don’t like your sister?”

“I don’t trust her.”

Fascinating. I throw an impressed smirk over my shoulder at the camera, assuming Sue is watching.

“Why not?” Shep presses.

Yev offers a resigned sigh, laced with more of his whiny bullshit. Pathetic. “She should be helping family. She’s traitor. Slut.”

An ache ratchets through my jaw and upper neck from my prolonged clenching.

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