Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I snickered and dropped my hand. “You never hated me, kotik. But you did hate how much you wanted me. There’s a difference.”
We came to a stop outside of the gates, and Mark entered the code to get us through. Once we pulled up in front of the door, I got out before Mark could come open my door, then strode around to the side Crane was on. Adrian was just getting out as I reached Crane’s door. “Hold on,” Adrian told me.
I smirked at him and ignoring his request to wait, opened the door, letting Crane faceplant onto the pavement. A low groan I was pretty sure he tried to hide sounded from his throat. Adrian sighed as he rounded the car. Mark snickered. Using my shoe, I rolled Crane onto his back, grimacing at the sight of his crushed nose. Crouching, I slapped Crane’s cheek hard. He slowly blinked his eyes open, and I gave him a little finger wave.
“How long have you been awake, sunshine?” I asked. “If you were biding your time to escape, I hate to break it to you, but you’re shit out of luck.”
He spat blood on my face. Sighing, I stood back to my full height. Mark held out a napkin, and I used it to clean the blood splatter off my cheek. After handing the tissue back to Mark, I folded my arms behind my back, arching a brow at Crane. “Well, now, that wasn’t very nice,” I crooned. “I’m not even the one who tied you up, sunshine.” He bared his teeth at me, and I lifted my foot, pressing it on his throat. His eyes widened in horror. My mask fell away, and his face paled. “If you spit at me again, I will rip your fucking throat out,” I growled.
Removing my foot, I looked at Adrian. “Let’s get him inside, kotik.”
Leaning down, Adrian yanked Crane onto his feet, then tossed the man over his shoulder like he didn’t weigh a thing. And I had to admit seeing him carry a man that probably weighed as much as he did without breaking a sweat was hot as fuck. For a moment, I contemplated what it’d be like to let Adrian fuck me. To pin me to the mattress before I flipped us over and took control again.
Christ, now I was hard.
“I’ll wait here,” Mark told me.
I nodded once. “Watch your back.”
He smirked. “Always, boss.”
When we entered the mansion, Adrian beelined for a long hall. At the end, he punched in a code on the last door, then pushed it open, flicking on a light. Immediately, Crane began to twist and try to get down. Adrian grunted, almost stumbling down the stairs in front of him from Crane’s weight shifting.
My hands snapped out. My right one gripped Adrian’s shoulder, keeping him upright so he wouldn’t tumble down the stairs. The other latched around Crane’s throat, tightening until he couldn’t fucking breathe. Cocking my head to the side the slightest bit, I narrowed my eyes at him. “If you make him fall down those fucking stairs, you’ll wish you’d just stayed calm and allowed Adrian to torture you,” I growled. “Because I will make you suffer for days, even after I have every bit of information I want. My patience is endless.”
When I released him, he stayed still. Once I was sure he wouldn’t try something stupid, I released Adrian, allowing him to descend the stairs. Once we were in the basement, Adrian dropped Crane onto a chair in the center of the room. It reeked of bleach and industrial cleaning supplies, instantly making my headache come back. But I kept my mouth shut.
We had answers to get and a man to torture. I wouldn’t sidetrack Adrian. This was too goddamn important.
I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched Adrian prowl toward a wall with all sorts of equipment hanging from it—baseball bats, cordless saws, handsaws, pliers… He grabbed a simple knife before walking back to stand in front of Crane. I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure him out. A knife was an interesting choice of a weapon compared to all the other options he had.
“Alright, Crane. We’re going to play a little game,” Adrian said, all emotion bleeding from his voice. My dick thickened so fucking fast, if I hadn’t been leaning against the wall, I’d have fallen on my ass for sure. Christ, I had not expected Adrian to sound so goddamn hot when he let his humanity slip away.
“A game?” Crane rasped.
“Mhm,” Adrian hummed, twirling the knife between his fingers. “I’m going to ask you a question. If you tell me the truth, I won’t make you bleed too badly. If you beat around the bush, I’ll make it hurt. And if you absolutely refuse to answer, I’ll start cutting off appendages.”