Page 157 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“I’m thinking the bone might be quite hard to saw through but–”
“I don’t know anything!” the man yells.
“You do,” Silver says. “And you’re going to tell us, or I’m going to let my packmate here use your fingers for vegetable-chopping practice.”
“I told you everything I know. The plan was to storm in, take the girl unharmed and take out anyone else inside.”
“On whose orders? Micko’s?”
The man nods rapidly.
“And where were they taking her?” Hardy asks.
“To Micko’s place.”
“Micko’s place,” Silver mumbles, and I feel his concern through the bond. Micko Sondrio is head of the Snakebite Clan. No one knows where the hell his hideout is. But wherever it is, it will be guarded and fortified like Fort fucking Knox. “And where is Micko’s place?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been there and we’re never allowed to know.”
“Bullshit,” I say, stepping forward to untie his right hand. He struggles when it’s freed, but I slam it down hard on the surface of the kitchen table. “All yours Nate.”
Nate grins and spins the large knife in his fingers.
“Okay, okay,” the man says, struggling to pull back his hand as I hold it down flat with his fingers splayed. “I don’t know the exact location. But I know it’s somewhere on the coast, over the Rockview hills.”
“In the south?” I ask, pressing down even harder on his hand as Nate steps closer.
“Yes, yes. In the south. Rumor is it’s some fuck-off big villa.”
“Huh,” I say, thinking that sounds exactly like the obnoxious dickwad. “Were they planning to keep her there or move her on?”
“I don’t know for sure, but I overheard them saying, she’d be more secure there than if they moved her anywhere else.”
“Makes sense,” Silver says, clutching his injured arms. “It’s his fucking fort. He thinks he’s impregnable there.”
“How’s it guarded?” Axel asks the man.
“I’ve never been there!”
Nate slams the blade of the knife down hard on the table, mere centimeters from the man’s trembling hands.
“Fucking hell!”
“Whoops, missed.” Nate grins, yanking the blade from where it’s wedged in the wood and swinging it up over his head.
“Okay, okay,” the man screams. “I’ll tell you.”
Nate swivels the knife in his hand, smile twitching.
“Nate,” Axel says. “The man says he’ll talk.”
“Just one little finger …” Nate whines.
“There’s a high perimeter fence and guards stationed inside and outside patrolling, plus sensors on the road down to the villa and cameras everywhere. That’s all I know. I’ve never been inside so I don’t know what the security is like in the villa.”
“Probably a safe room,” Silver muses.
The man nods his head violently up and down. “Probably.”
