Page 35 of Entangled By You
However, when Vik shifts the blade of the saw and the teeth begin to move across the man’s leg, slicing through his blood-soaked jeans, things change.
“Okay, okay. Stop! I’ll tell you.” His voice is a pathetic rasp. Broken. Just as the boys intended.
“Lexi Kane. Why is the mayor so interested in her?”
“I don’t know!” he pleads.
Vik continues his fun with the blade, finally hitting skin. The blood beads to the surface, and I step forward from my spectator’s spot.
Leaning down, I make sure I have his attention before I say, “Tell us everything youdoknow, right now, and I’ll make him stop before he reaches the bone.”
Panic fills his eyes, as if he hadn’t fathomed the fact that we’d go that far. It makes me curious if he’s the type of PI used to taking photos of cheating spouses and got in over his head with this case.
For a split second, my conscience tries to beat itself into my brain space and make excuses any sane person would listen to. But I’m not rational. Haven’t been for years. Won’t ever be again, especially when it comes to Lexi Kane and her safety.
“I don’t know what he wants with her; he never told me.” He chokes on the words flying from his face. “I just know he wantsherfor something and needs to know her schedule.”
My blood runs cold, every feeling in my limbs gone. My brain blanks out the room around me, and I see nothing but a hazy red.
I don’t feel my hand reach for the stilled blade against his leg, but I do. The voices shouting orders at me from behind are nothing but a murmured whisper. And within a ten-second blimp, the blade races across his throat, cutting deep enough to separate too many vital things to stop his fate.
Rough hands grip my shoulders, pulling me back as Silas shoves me to the side.
“What the fuck, man?”
I shake off the haze, the red evaporating from my vision, before I turn to Si and say, “I got everything I needed. I’m going after the mayor.”
“Whoa, now,” Vik cuts in, stepping around the gurgling man who hasn’t bled out quite yet.
“You can’t just go taking out the mayor. That’s too much potential backlash on the club.”
“Then take my fucking cut!” I roar. “She’s my everything, Vik. If he gets his hands on her, he’s a dead man anyway. I’m just ensuring she’s not traumatized any more than his fucking son’s already done.”
My chest gallops with the rage consuming my soul. I’ve given my all to this club, and if they can’t back me on this, I’m done. Fuck the mayor and his bullshit, I’ll kidnap Lex and move her so far away that he’ll never have the chance to take her from me.
“He’s right,” Si agrees. “She might not be his Old Lady, but she is family, Vik. It might be too much to go at the mayor head first, but there’s gotta be a way about this.”
Vik’s booted foot goes flying, knocking the now dead body to the ground. The clatter of the metal chair echoes around us. His tan hand contrasts against his white-blond hair as he rakes his fingers back through it.
“We can’t afford another hit to the club like before.” His eyes narrow at Silas.
What happened before left the whole club on edge. Losing brothers like that—losing my best friend—is something we’re still fighting to come back from.
But the mayor’s a politician, not a disgruntled ex-memberturned crime lord. The local PD couldn’t do shit to shake her, so he hired out, thinking this fool was a better option. I like our chances.
“Let Si and me handle it. We’ll keep ithush-hushif you want. That way, if shit goes sideways, the guys don’t need to know.”
“I don’t like it, Pierce,” Vik says.
“You don’t gotta like it, man. We just need the green light from our Pres.”
“I’m going to fucking regret this.” He sighs. “Fine, handle it. Keep me in the loop if it gets messy and you need backup.”
“Thanks, Pres,” I say, clapping him on the back.
“Now, clean this shit up.” He waves at the dead body and the blood seeping around our boots. “I got a wife to get home to.”
“Me too,” Si perks up, all smug like he didn’t rope me into this mess.
