Page 41 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
We get punished.
Chapter Twelve
Demi
Grayson catches up to me and gently places his hand on my elbow, guiding me toward the end of the hall and into another interrogation room. Except this one is more sinister. It’s completely made of concrete, even the chairs and tables.
I start to pull away from Grayson when he leads me toward the chair with shackles bolted into it. These are iron shackles and there’s no way I’m escaping them once he locks me in.
“No.”
He yanks me against his body with such force I can’t escape, whispers “it’ll be okay” against my hair, and sits me down. Moving in the fast way of his, he locks my ankles into the iron cuffs. His fingers linger near my calves.
I kick my foot. The shackles have enough give that I nail him in the balls.
His face turns bright red, and he wheezes. I slam my head forward, but Colt’s hand smacks into my forehead, stopping me before I headbutt Grayson.
“Calm down.” He reaches behind me and snaps the wrist restraints in place.
Jerking against my bindings, I spit at his feet because I’ve never been a fan of seeing people get a glob of saliva in their face, and bare my teeth at him. “Choke on a dick, vampire.”
His face falls, and I scowl at those emotions flitting across his face. He isn’t sad. It’s all a game. A stupid cat and mouse game.
Now it’s over.
Grayson’s recovered, and he smartly moves to the door, lingering in the threshold as he stares at me.
“Demi—” Colt begins, but he’s cut off once again by the crackling of a speaker.
“Leave us. I’ll deal with you two later.”
Colt glances to the mirrored window.
“Go on, Colt, be a good boy and listen to your daddy.”
He grunts, and his shoulders drop. “I’m sorry.”
The apology takes me by surprise, but it doesn’t change anything. Nothing he says will change what he’s done. What Grayson’s done.
They’re a bunch of cowards.
Colt and Grayson leave the room, closing the door behind them. I hear the tell-tale click of a lock and let out a derisive laugh.
“It’s not like I can escape!” I’m screaming at the man hidden from view, not caring how insane I sound. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
The man doesn’t respond.
“Stop being a chicken shit and deal with me yourself.”
The speaker crackles. “You’re not ready.”
“Ready for what? You’re as useful as a flaccid penis. You make Colt and Grayson do all the heavy lifting. Where were you when they took me to see the alpha? Scared of the big bad wolf?”
“Has anyone ever told you you talk too much?”
I sneer at the window. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a pussy?”
The speaker clicks off, and I laugh, meowing loudly. I’m finally coming unhinged, and I don’t give a damn. If tonight is the night I die, I’m going to make him angry.
