“Yes,” I answer honestly.
Hendrix nods, and I swear I hear Vex sigh in relief. “Sign it, and file it,” Hendrix instructs Vex, leaning back to stretch.
“That’s seriously it?” I scoff. “Sign a paper, and you’re done? You guys are a boring group. I’m glad I’m not forced to attend your snooze fests.”
The three of them laugh, but I wasn’t joking.
“Amethyst’s going to wake up. I’m going to get answers. I’m giving you a choice. Staying or going?” Hendrix asks me seriously, lacing his hands on the table.
I swallow hard. “Staying. I want answers, too.”
He nods, and the three of them stand together. Vex walks to the row of doors, and I realize they’re sliding doors, made to look like normal ones. He enters a code, and the door glides to the side, disappearing into the one beside it. He enters another code and slides the next door open. Both sets disappear into the third.
That’s some mind fuck trickery.
Two steal cages are revealed side by side. Each of them the size of an office. Amethyst sits strapped to a chair in one. Brock the same in the other. Both of them silenced with gags.
They open Brock’s first. Hendrix sets a chair in front of him and takes a seat. The other two stand behind him at his sides. While I observe from the outside.
“Your brother’s gone.”
Brock rolls his eyes. Hendrix motions and Vance removes the gag. “I know,” Brock rasps, moving his jaw around to release what I assume is a cramp.
Hendrix rests his elbows on his knees. “What did you do to Hannah Perry and her husband?”
Brock stares at the three of them. “The bitch got what she deserved for her sister hurting princess,” he answers.
“So, are you admittingyoukilled them?” Hendrix asks.
“I’m admitting I had fun,” Brock says cryptically before his head jolts to the side when Hendrix punches him. Brock laughs, smiling evilly, spitting blood on the floor. “Guess that hurt hisfeelings,” he tries to joke with Vex, earning him another jaw-cracking hit.
“Who hired you at Edge?” Hendrix continues his interrogation.
He licks the blood from his lip. “A dude in a suit. A friend of Ollie's,” he answers smugly.
Hendrix nods at Vance before they stand. The three of them leave the cage, and Vex removes the chair. They migrate towards Amethyst’s cage, approaching her sleeping ass using the same setup.
This time, I follow them inside, stopping Hendrix before he sits. “My turn,” I tell him, sitting in the seat.
I smash my foot on top of hers, watching her eyes flutter open, slowly taking in the scene in front of her. Vance removes her gag, and a charged silence gathers around us.
I slip the small knife from my pocket and notice her watching me as I open it. “Where should we start?” I ask, checking out the blade. “Right,” I say, stabbing the blade into her leg above her knee. “I’m a poker, not really into slicing. Don’t really have the patience for it.” I shrug.
“You bitch,” she grits, wiggling in her chair.
“Onyx,” Hendrix warns, squeezing my shoulder.
I glance up at him. “I thought we were playing a game. She took her turn and sliced open my arm. That was my turn,” I explain simply.
“I’m going to —”
“You’re not going to do shit,” Vex growls, stepping close to my side.
Her eyes narrow, sliding between each of us. “Where’s B?”
“Here,” he answers from his cage.
Her head whips to the side, smiling as soon as she sees him. “Hi,” she whispers.