Page 70 of Bound by Adoration

This had me curious, but I nodded. “Thanks for your help. Go up through the woods and walk down to the end of the block. Booker will be there to give you a ride home. Appreciate the assist.”

“Twenties,” she said, putting the strap of her purse over her arm and pushing through the door. She went to the woods, and we went into the house.

Pulling out a flashlight, we followed Ax down the hallway, the layout of the house already memorized but one never knew what lurked in the shadows.

Deke caught up to me. “He didn’t even engage the interior alarms. Idiot.”

I chuckled. “Sandy worked out perfect.”

As we entered the room, I saw Thompson on the bed. “Yeah, she definitely did her job.”

Thompson was spread eagle on the bed, naked as the day he was born. His arms each cuffed to the bedposts, and his legs tied with ropes spread open wide. He also had something white in his mouth with a piece of duct tape over it.

“Let’s not piss that woman off,” Ax said on a smile.

“God, can someone cover up his fuckin’ junk?” Cruz said, coming into the room. “Don’t nobody wanna see that shit.”

“We hear it tastes like toe rot,” Ryker tossed in, making everyone in the room chuckle.

“I don’t wanna know. Let’s wake his ass up and get this shit done. I wanna go home and fuck my wife,” Cruz told us.

Fucking sounded like a damn good idea to me. Missions always made my cock hard. Add in Liam here and Nyx waiting for us … yes. I wanted this shit dealt with, the sooner the better.

Nox pulled out a syringe and injected Thompson with it.

“May I?” Liam asked Cruz who motioned for him to move up to Thompson’s side.

Not even thinking, I moved to stand beside him. He didn’t say anything, but I’d probably hear about it later.

It took a few minutes before Thompson started to twitch a bit. The waiting part sucked. It always did. No matter what you were waiting for.

“Wakey. Wakey,” Liam said in the most sinister voice I’d ever heard coming out of his mouth. Fuck, it was hot. This side of him, well, fuck, I liked it.

Thompson stirred, and his eyes finally fluttered open. When he saw Liam, his brows furrowed. He tried to talk, then widened his eyes as the cloth stopped his words. Then he pulled on his arms and noticed they were attached to the bed.

His gaze flicked around the room, and panic flared in his eyes as he tried moving his legs and arms to get them loose.

“Did she use his own handcuffs on him?” Ryker asked on a chuckle.

“Looks like it,” Ax answered.

“You’re probably wondering what the hell’s goin’ on. Right?” Liam asked him, and he nodded his head taking in everyone in the room, no doubt trying to come up with an escape plan. Too bad that wasn’t happening.

There was no escape. Unless death or compliance was considered one.

“You’ve been a really naughty boy, Thompson.” Liam shook his head like he was a teacher chastising a student. “Always knew you were a scumbag, but turns out you’re an even bigger one than even I thought. Disappointing.”

“Naughty?” Ryker tossed in Thompson’s gaze, swiftly moving to him. “More like a sick fuck who needs to be put down.”

“You did this to yourself,” Liam said stepping back, and I moved as Cruz came up to the man.

“I’m cuttin’ to the chase because you’re not worth my time. This is what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna contact Runnerband and get whatever you have against the Ravage MC squashed. For good. We will be off your radar for the rest of your lives and as long as the MC is around. Whatever Runnerband, you, or anyone associated with you has on us, will be destroyed. You will give me a list of names that you’ve been working with when it comes to the MC. You will move out of Sumner within forty-eight hours, quitting your job at the station, and moving as far from here as fuckin’ possible. You will have nothing to do with us or Hawk ever again.”

Thompson sucked in a breath that made him gag a bit. The fabric must’ve been a bit further back than he thought. The thought of his choking was appealing.

“Yeah, motherfucker. Hawk is untouchable,” Liam said. “You even say her name and I’ll personally gouge your eyeballs from your head and shove them down your throat.”

“I second that, but I might go with the balls,” I told him nonchalantly. I’d do so much more to this man than he’d ever think of.