Page 50 of Hell on Wheels

“You don’t look like much of a threat.”

“You didn’t think so last week.”

“That’s true,” I admitted, staying out of the light. The high-wattage bulb must have been awful to sit under for so long. It blinded the eyes. “You keep squinting. Are you uncomfortable?”

Angel hissed. “Fuck off.”

It was my turn to tsk. “You’re no fun at all. So grumpy.”

“You seemed to enjoy me fucking you for the last eleven months. Lots of fun,mi putita.”

“Don’t call her a whore,” Flint warned.

“Ah, you’ve found another to quench that fire in your traitorous pussy.”

Traitorous? “That sounds bitter.”

Angel laughed, wincing as the movement tugged on his lip. “No. Why should it? You’re as good a fuck as your sister.”

I froze. My breath hitched, betraying my reaction.

“Ah. You still think I’m stupid? That I don’t know why you came to me?”

The game was over. Angel held the upper hand all along.

“Where’s Molly?” I demanded, moving far too close.

He finally saw me, flashing a grin. “So beautiful. An ice queen.”

“Where’s my sister?” I asked a second time.

“She bled when I fucked her the first time. Lost her virginity to me,” he replied, “in both holes.”

A screech of rage flew from my lips as I yanked my switchblade free, rushing forward to bury the blade in his shoulder. I really wanted to gut him on the spot and spill his blood in the most painful way possible. The blade sank into his flesh as I shoved it deep, glaring into his face.

“Where’s Molly?”

“Fred is watching.”

I lifted a fist, punching him in the jaw. My hand throbbed, but I didn’t care. “Where?”

“He’ll find you. Soon.”

“Where?” I screamed. “Tell me!”

“He wants to finish what he started.”

I yanked the blade free, lifting my hand to stab downward again when Flint caught my wrist.

“Blackbird. He’s not worth it.”

Angel’s laughter followed as Flint wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting me away from the man who didn’t deserve to breathe.

“Hello, nephew.”

Angel’s laughter vanished. He turned his head toward the deep voice that echoed from the stairway. “Uncle.”

“Grim was kind enough to give me a call.”