Page 129 of Indulge
“Bella,” Reggie growls behind me.
“You going to stop me? Look away if you don’t like it.” I shoot back, eyes fixed on him.
Then I pull the trigger.
His pathetic scream rips the air open. It’s beautiful in its own ugly way. Rowan curses, rubbing his jaw like he’s deciding if he’spleased or sickened. I dip close to The Crow’s ear, the smell of grease and fear.
“Now, tell me who recruits the girls.”
He chokes. “A woman—she… she calls herself Madame Eve. She’s the one who collects them.”
“Now that’s helpful.”
I tap his cheek hard, then wipe a speck of his blood from my face with the back of my hand like it’s mascara gone wrong. Reggie is watching every inch of that motion. He’s always the man wrestling his instincts.
“And where do I find this bitch?” I ask.
He spits at my boots. The wrong answer.
My hand connects with his cheek, my palm stings and I shake it out with a hiss.
“Bella—” Reggie’s voice is a warning.
“You said alive until he talks. You didn’t say anything about comfortable.” I glance back.
Rowan snorts. “Fair point.”
He steps in, fingers like hooks in the man’s hair, tilting his head so he can’t look away from me.
“Be smart, mate,” Rowan murmurs. “You really don’t want to see what she’ll do next.”
“I already know what I’m doing next,” I say, coldly.
I press the gun to the other thigh. His eyes are wide, lips trembling. He knows I’ll go again. My heart doesn’t stutter. It hammers.
I tilt my head. “And where do I find her? Please don’t make me repeat myself again. Otherwise I’ll have to get these two involved more. And you really, really don’t need that. We can keep it just between us two.”
He chokes on a moan. “She finds you. You don’t go to her.”
I tap the gun on his skull. “Then she’ll find me.”
Reggie leans in so close his breath ghosts my face. “No, she fuckin’ won’t,” he whispers.
“Stop getting in the way of my flow, Irish.” I shrug him off with a sentence, but when he leans in to steal my breath, I see only him. The room shrinks to the space between his eyes and mine.
I can tell he’s secretly enjoying watching me work, I can see that flicker behind his eyes.
“You think this turns me on?” he growls.
“Yes,” I whisper, not breaking the line of sight.
Rowan clears his throat. I ask him, “rockstar, have you got a knife?”
Rowan nods, but his stare pins me and feeds my adrenaline.
“For you, anything.” He winks, flipping a knife into his palm like it’s commonplace.
“I don’t have time for her to find me. How about you tell me how to contact her? That way I won’t find your wife after this and do this whole thing again.”
