Page 36 of A Wrench in the Plan
“Can’t talk with this thing in my mouth,” I said as clearly as I could while looking at him like he was the stupidest piece of shit I’d ever seen.
To that, he grinned as he pulled out the knife that hung by his side.
He dragged the sharp tip up the side of my face, eventually sliding it under the bandana I’d been gagged with and no doubt intentionally cutting me in the process. But I didn’t show him any signs that he was getting to me. The quick sound of threads being sliced clean echoed in my ears for far longer than had to have been real. As the gag fell away from my mouth, I felt a trickle of blood run down my jaw.
Opening my mouth wide, I pretended to work out the soreness from the gag. Yeah, it hadn’t been comfortable, but I was playing it up, stalling while I tried to figure a way out of this. Plus, I wanted to piss him off.
“I asked you a question,” Tiger snarled.
“I don’t know who you are, so how would I know who the fuck your brother is?” That wasn’t true, but I was gonna toy with him as long as possible. The way I saw it, the longer he was focused on me, the longer Cat was off their radar and as safe as I could keep her given the situation.
His gaze hardened. It was at that moment his arm went back, and a split second after that, his balled-up fist came flying toward my stomach. I tried to double over, but that didn’t happen, ’cause the two holding me up, saw it coming and held me still. Damn, I know I didn’t have gym-rat muscles, but I could hold my own. However, these guys seemed to be packing a lot of strength in those average bodies. Or maybe it was that all the hits I’d already taken were starting to wear on me.
Yeah, I’ll go with that last one.
“I think you know damn well who my brother is,” he sneered in my face. “I think you found him out and did something to him. I ain’t heard from him in days, which leads me to thinkin’ your club figured him out.”
“Figured who out? The only one of you fucks I’ve seen is that one over there.” I jutted my chin over to Dustin, a pure look of disgust on my face. “He seems fine to me.”For now.“So I don’t—”
I didn’t get to finish that statement as there was another punch to my gut that knocked the wind out of me.
“I ain’t a patient man, so you need to tell me where the fuck he’s at. Right the fuck now!”
“Well…” I said, taking in a deep breath like I just didn’t care. “You’re gonna be a not-so-patient man waiting a long time for nothin’. I don’t know shit.”
I didn’t register that his arm was rearing back and then swinging forward with intended force until I felt the blade of the knife sinking into the meat of my thigh.
Fuck, that hurt.
“He said he thought some little bitch was onto him,” Tiger said, rather calmly now. “Said he was gonna take her out. That was the last thing I heard from him. Figured he had to lay low for a bit after that, but there hasn’t been anything from him. I know you know who he is. I’m certain you somehow got the jump on him. Now, I want to know where he is and I fuckin’ want him back.”
His phone rang, causing him to scowl.
When he pulled it out of his pocket, that scowl deepened.
“What?!” he roared as he answered the call. “The fuck you comin’ to me with this for? Take care of it!”
I couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end, but I was sure it wasn’t anything that would put him in a better mood.
“Here?” he asked, sounding shocked. “Fine. Just make sure you handle it. I don’t want no more problems. We’re moving out.”
He ended the call, shaking his head.
“Got a tail. We gotta move now,” he said to his minions. “Load them back into the truck. We’ll be behind shortly.”
Grabbing the handle of the knife, he ripped it out of my leg.
Cat screamed in the background, but I couldn’t see what was going on with this fucker in my face.
“Looks like someone bought you some time, but don’t think I’m done with you yet. I’ll get my brother back, then I’m gonna dump your dead body on their doorstep, along with that bitch’s.”
He stormed out of the room, leaving his lackeys to take care of us.
I was cut free from the rope, but my wrists were still bound by the zip ties. So were my legs, so there went any thought about runnin’.
They were just as careful with us as when they’d brought us in. Only this time, I was carried through by my armpits, my knees taking the brunt of the gravel and debris.
I felt the blood running down my leg from where I’d been stabbed, and the burning sensation spread with every inch they drug me along.
