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“Oh Dev, Dev, Dev,” Quinton said, shaking his head slowly. “Iwaskidnapped, but you know that already, since you helped orchestrate it. I’m just returning the favor.”
“Would you like me to torture him a bit before you ask questions?” I asked. “They seem more receptive if they’re softened up first. I could break a few bones, maybe some mild electrocution.”
“Or we could pull out his teeth—very painful and he’ll still be able to talk. I’m afraid cutting off his tongue will need to wait, though. I do need some information from him,” Quinton said, turning around and winking at me with a grin.
Oh, my feisty little hellcat. He might be squeamish about watching such things, but he could play along and make the most excellent threats.
“I don’t… I’m not…” Dev stuttered.
I walked over to the drawer and took out pliers, carefully looking at them. Dev started to whimper as I walked back towards him. I let a little flame show in my eyes.
“Shhh,” Quinton said, pulling Dev’s face back to look into his eyes. “There’s no use in denials. Marcus is dead. James is dead.Todd is dead. The others are all being dealt with as we speak. Who were they again?” he asked me, not turning away from Dev.
I rattled off the names, and Dev grew paler with each one.
“So you see, we know everything already,” Quinton said. “There’s no use pretending you weren’t involved. It will only make things worse.”
“I didn’t want you to get kidnapped! You were a regular!” Dev said desperately. “I figured you would be missed and argued against it, but the buyer was insistent! They said you had no close friendships, and they could cover it up. They knew everything about you, and they wanted you specifically. I swear it wasn’t my idea!”
Quinton looked back at me, raising an eyebrow. That was interesting news, and I didn’t think Dev was lying.
“Who is the buyer?” I asked.
“I don’t know!” Dev cried out. “None of us know, but it has to be someone who knows the club and who knows us. They always know details they shouldn’t. I thought for a long time it might be the owner, but I don’t know. I don’t think he knows as much as the buyer does.”
I put the pliers down and grabbed a computer. “Time for you to get us some information, Dev,” I said, bringing it over.
“You better hope you can get us some good stuff,” Quinton said. “Otherwise, it’ll be rather bloody for you. Especially if you tip off the buyer.”
My little hellcat was so cute. I leaned over to kiss him before I settled in a chair to hack into some of Dev’s accounts and hopefully make contact with the buyer.
Some threats, the promise of torture and vengeance, and a little hacking—a romantic evening indeed.
Chapter 17
Quinton
It was fascinating watching Liam work his magic on computers, and he managed to leave a message with the buyer stating that I was still alive. I’d even convinced him to tell them when I would next be at the club.
Liam hadn’t liked the plan, but I reasoned that the buyer must already know I was still alive. We were setting parameters this way, and we could have the rest of the pack come to the club and be on the lookout. I wanted to get the buyer, and setting myself up as bait seemed the only way to do it.
After a few hours, I headed upstairs to let Liam do some of the wet work. I loved threatening torture, but I really didn’t need to see it up close and personal. I texted Aiden to keep him updated and let him know all was well.
All I got in response from Aiden was a text message that said,Incoming.
What the hell did that mean? What was incoming?
Not a minute later there was a knock at the door. And yeah—I might’ve jumped a bit. The door swung open right after that, because apparently I hadn’t locked it behind me, and in walked Toby.
Alone.
“Hey!” he said, waving awkwardly.
Aw, fuck. I should’ve known I couldn’t avoid him. I sighed, asking, “What’s up?”
He laughed a little nervously, then he gestured at my neck. I put my hand up, thinking of Liam biting me. Yeah, I had a mark, and yeah, I hadn’t hidden it.
“So, um, like, you and Liam…” he trailed off.
