Page 70 of Riordan's Revenge
“I can hear how excited you are to have me here, Connor Michaels. Bet your dick got hard every time you thought of me in your little dungeon. I know you’ve got some lackey assisting you instead of your boss. He wouldn’t have been so gentle. Who’s at the back? Soft, quick breathing. Smells good. Is that your bitch? Hey, sweetheart, come and suck an old boy’s cock, won’t you? Might be my last chance.” He gave a wheezing laugh.
I stiffened and darted my gaze to Cassie. Perched on her chair, she squinted at Bronson as if scrutinising him. There was no fear in her expression, only interest.
I reset my expectations. What they’d done had barely affected the man, other than to his physical form.
Shade took a few steps then turned back around. “Good for ye, keeping some of your marbles. Forgive me if I’m not impressed. You’ll know why you’re here, then?”
“I’m sure you’re dying to tell me.”
“Ye fucked with my crew. I can’t let that lie.”
“Ah, you’re after a confession. To get it, you’ll tell me how Red knows I’m here and doesn’t care. Then, you’ll offer me some glimmer of hope so I spill my guts. Let me save you the trouble. Whether Red gives a fuck about me or not makes no difference. If you’re expecting him to come after me, guess again. He won’t take the hit for my sake.”
The confidence and arrogance stunned me. He was seeking to lead rather than follow.
Shade considered his words then, from the side table, picked up a tool. A handheld device with two prongs at the top. A taser, my mind supplied. I’d never seen one in real life.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered Bronson.
The older man chuffed a laugh. “Make it worth my while. Tell your bitch to flop out her big tits in front of me.”
Shade gritted his teeth. “You’re losing your touch, old man.”
“No fist to the kisser? So it isn’t her,” Bronson continued. “Who, then? Not Arran’s slut. Not if he’s left you to it. Then that cunt Alisha met her maker.” He laughed.
Cassie bounced to her feet.
Bronson cocked his head. “High heels. Surely not one of your dancers. Who else is hanging on your crew? Ah, got it. Arran’s little sister. Don’t tell me that teenage cunt is into this. Talk about crazy running in the family.” He paused for a second. “Little girl, when I’m out of here, I’ll break in your room and rape you in your bed. Bet you’ll scream for me.”
Ice stole through me. How fucking dare he talk about Cassie like that.
Shade made a sound of disgust and advanced on the man, but I did, too. Holding his gaze, I gestured to the taser. He handed it over then tapped his throat.Right.
Without hesitating, I jammed the device into Bronson’s neck and pressed the button. Electricity crackled. The taser jerked in my hand, but that was nothing to the effect it had on the prisoner. He jolted then seized, his muscles holding him from the seat. He moaned. Frothed at the mouth.
I hoped it hurt like hell. Maybe it would reset his brain and get her name out of his goddamned mouth. Maybe he’d die. Better to have one less predator on the streets.
Just as I was about to stop, fingers curled around mine. With a maniacal grin, Cassie squeezed, giving him an extra burst of power.
“…eight, nine, ten.”
I lifted my head to Shade’s counting. He slashed his hand. We released the trigger, and I staggered to the wall, breathing hard. What the hell had I done? A single threat to Cassie and I’d been willing to kill a man. One we still needed evidence from.
Holy fuck.
Returning to her seat, Cassie linked her gaze to mine. I wasn’t sure what I could see there, but fucking hell, I wanted to lay her out and strip her then fuck her over Bronson’s dead body.
A weak cough dragged my attention back.
Shade folded his arms. “Shame, you’re still alive. If you’ll shut your fucking mouth, I’ll get on with business. First, Marcus isn’t supplying the Four Milers anymore. I killed him for dealing to ye. Your using his drugs fucks over my reputation.”
I guessed Marcus to be the dealer of Shade’s sedatives, the ones they suspected Bronson of using.
Bronson’s chest rose and fell. Anger mixed with pain in his features.
Shade continued. “With Red out of town, we’ll be paying a few visits to your new establishment.”
“Like I give a fuck,” the man spluttered.