Page 37 of Boys Who Hunt
“Where?”
“Used. For bills and food.”
Heath frowns, while my brow begins to twitch.
“Bills and food?” I snort, but it swiftly turns into full-blown laughter. “Bullshit, that was five grand. There’s no way you spent it all.” I fish my knife from my pocket and hold it under her neck. “Where is it?”
“I’m telling you the truth,” she grits, eyes filled with rage. “I don’t have it anymore.”
“What about the phones?” Heath grits.
“I sold them for more cash,” she replies.
I frown. “What about the little box underneath my bed?”
“What?” she mutters.
“The red flower,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Why would that be important? It was plastic.”
I grip her tightly. “Tell me what you did with it!”
Her eyes widen in shock. “I gave it to a girl … on the streets.”
My teeth nearly grind off a chip.
She gave my flower to a random fucking girl on the streets?
“It wasn’t yours to give away,” I hiss.
“You should’ve known better than to steal from Serpents,” Heath growls.
With my blade, I tip up her chin far enough and force her to look into my eyes. I have to admit the droplets of blood rolling down her skin entice me.
“You think I do any of this for the fun of it?!” she yells. “You think I stole from Max because I enjoyed it?!”
“Yes. To see the look on his face when he realized his money was gone,” I reply.
“Laughable. Like I don’t have something better to do than look at spoiled assholes.”
My eye twitches, and I shove the blade farther into her skin. “Watch it.”
Heath snorts. “Don’t taunt him, little thief. You’ll get more than you bargained for.”
“You don’t know me,” she says.
My eyes narrow as I push the blade deeper into her skin. “No? Well, we’re about to get very acquainted.” I draw a line from her neck all the way down to her heart, watching her squirm underneath me. “Remember what I told you in that bathroom?”
She swallows, blood droplets rolling down her delectable skin. “Are you going to pay me back with money …” I push the blade into her shirt right where her nipples are. “Or with skin?” I cut through the fabric with expert precision until the only thing between the blade and her is her bra. “Now tell me … What do you prefer, little thief?”
Ivy
What amI supposed to do? How am I going to get out of this alive?
I can’t get away from them. Heath’s got me pinned, and Silas has all his weight on my thighs.
“I don’t have any money, and I can’t pay it back. I don’t have a job anymore thanks to you!” I yell, gazing up at Heath, hoping it’ll help to pin the blame on him.