Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I can take care of those I love.
I fucking will.
Slowly removing the sullied instrument is followed by bringing it up to my ear and villainously taunting, “What’s that?” I crane slightly forward. “You think he should talk?” My glare burrows deep into his. “You think he should talk before I ask your brothers and sisters for answers?”
“Dental puppetry,” Nolan grunts a chuckle. “Talk about shit you don’t see every day.”
“Or shit I had never seen until today,” Bunny quietly quips.
“I don’t know!” the male shouts, blood spurts splattering across my face. “I don’t know anything about that!”
Displeased grumbles leave me as I discard the latest removed piece beside the four others and use the edge of my shirt to wipe away spatter.
“Look, Toothless Tony,” my boyfriend casually begins from his position beside me, “you might wanna give The Kid something before he washes your mouth out with windshield wiper fluid.”
I cock my head challenging to one side at the same time I sneer, “Ask me how that shit worked out for my old man. Go ahead. I fucking dare you.”
“Hint,” the woman possessing the pan pipes up in a snarky nature, “it wasn’t good.”
Our guest shifts his glare back to me, ruby shades staining his chin.
Swelling jaw.
Quivering neck.
The striking red sight has me wanting to sing “Little Red Corvette” for probably the wrong reasons; although, I’m sure if I asked Bunny, she’d say there’s never a wrong reason to sing a Prince song.
“I don’t know anything about the body thing…” His proclamation is attached to a pleading headshake. “I really don’t.”
An unconvinced nod is delivered prior to relinquishing my hold and exchanging the drenched weapon for the plastic jug of blue liquid that’s stationed conveniently on the work bench next to the currently unused pliers.
Which may change after I clean up this mess.
Perhaps using the needle nose to reach up into the area they share a name with and yank out chunks of hair will get him telling us what we wanna hear.
Dental torture is pretty fucking awful.
But nose torture?
I’d bet that shit might even be worse.
“Say ah, motherfucker,” I command while twisting the lid off.
“N-” barely makes it past his lips courtesy of Nolan abruptly grasping his jaw to keep the area open for me.
Grabbing a small funnel and one of the teeth occurs without a second thought. The attacker – who picked the wrong family to fuck with – returns to wildly squirming, desperate to get away from the impending torment.
His new howls of horror become much harder to decipher once I shove the pouring aid in position and instruct my best friend to angle the man’s face back a bit more.
The instant the bottle is placed to the edge of the object, I peer over to maintain eye contact during my informing, “It doesn’t take much of this shit to kill you.” Rage that I haven’t felt in years foams to the surface forcing me to darken my tone and demeanor. “And let me make something freshly waxed fucking clear, asshole.” Trickling the liquid along with tossing the tooth through the tiny space is accompanied by the end of the declaration. “I have no problem with killing you.”
Gurgle filled groans reverberate around the room until they’re replaced by high pitched screams of surrender the second his mouth is free again. “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! I’ll fucking talk!”
Bunny tosses the pan carelessly onto the tool table at the same time she teases, “I think he’s ready to talk.”
“Fuck! Yes! Yes!” He immediately cries out unable to steady his heaving chest. “I’ll talk! I don’t know shit about a dead body, though! I swear! I fucking swear!”
New unhappy grunts leave me during my slamming of the bottle down beside his tooth container. “Then tell us something better.”
“I was only there for the girl!”
“She has a name,” our boyfriend calmly clarifies. “Use it.”
“I can’t! I don’t know it!”
Intrigue has me furrowing my brow and folding my arms firmly across my chest. “You don’t know a lot.”
“I don’t!” He concurs at another earsplitting volume. “In the beginning we were just given a fucking secret contract to sign, a burner phone, her photo, and cash to get us started. Nothing else.”
“You’re one of the bounty hunters,” Nolan heavily sighs.
“Yeah,” he rapidly nods, body doing its best to race towards the edge of his seat. “And…And…And…I got a message from the man that hired me-”
“McAdams,” whispers Bunny, his name being the last one she ever wants to say.
“Yeah! Yeah! Him! He sent a text that the girl was headed out to the cemetery with her two bodyguards-”
“Boyfriends,” Nolan and I correct in tandem.
“Wait…” Confusion crinkles his face. “I thought he – the rich dude paying us – was the boyfriend.”
“That’s her ex,” I instantly clarify.
“Her stalker,” adds Nolan.
“Her abuser.”
“Fuckkkkkkkk,” the bound assailant murmurs under his breath before pushing forward with his explanation. “He uh…he told me that now would be my best to chance to grab her, so I better fucking go for it.”