Page 74 of Wolf
“Where is she?” I snarl, spittle flying. “Where is Suarez keeping the girl?”
He shakes his head frantically, his eyes wide with fear. “I don’t know, I swear! Suarez didn’t tell us anything!”
Growling, I slam him back against the concrete floor. He gasps for air as I plant my boot on his throat, slowly applying pressure.
“You’re going to tell me where they took her,” I hiss, my voice laced with venom. “Right now, before I remove pieces of you with my knife.”
The man chokes, clawing at my boot. I lean in closer, baring my teeth like a rabid animal.
“Maybe I’ll start with those fingers of yours,” I murmur, reaching for my knife. “Or would you prefer I go straight for the family jewels? Because I can promise you, I’ll be cutting them off if you don’t speak.”
Tears stream down the man’s face as I press the blade against his fingertip. Jose and the others watch in silence, knowing better than to intervene when the wolf is this close to tasting blood.
“P-please...” the man gasps. “I don’t know anything. I swear on my mother’s grave!”
I pause briefly, searching his face for any hint of deception. Then, with a flick of my wrist, I slice off the tip of his finger.
The scream that tears from his throat is like music to my ears. I grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat.
“That was just an appetizer, you piece of filth,” I snarl. “Start talking, or the next one comes off at the knuckle.”
The man babbles incoherently, his words lost in a torrent of anguished cries. A cruel smile twists my lips as I hold the blade up to the light, examining the crimson droplets that stain the metal.
“Have it your way, then.”
I grip the trembling man’s hair tighter, his anguished cries like sweet music to my ears. The fear in his eyes only fuels the raging fire inside me. This pathetic fool knows where Suarez is keeping my Kali, and I’ll bleed him dry until he talks.
“Last chance,” I growl, the blade of my knife hovering over his next finger. “Where is she?”
He shakes his head frantically, blubbering through his tears. “I don’t know, I swear! Suarez didn’t tell us anything about no girl!”
A feral snarl rips from my throat as I raise the blade, ready to take the next piece of this sniveling coward. Before I can strike, Thiago’s hand clamps down on my shoulder.
“Enough,” he commands, his voice low but firm. “He’s telling the truth. Wasting time on this trash won’t get us closer to finding Kali.”
I meet his steely gaze, my chest heaving with unbridled rage. Part of me knows he’s right, but the wolf inside me craves more blood and suffering from those who’ve dared to lay a hand on what’s mine.
With a frustrated growl, I release the whimpering man and shove him aside, wiping his blood off my jeans. He crumples to the floor, cradling his hand as he weeps pathetically.
“Then we find another way,” I snarl, raking my hands through my hair. “I’ll burn this whole city to the ground if that’s what it takes to smoke Suarez out.”
Thiago’s jaw tightens, but he gives a solemn nod. “We’ll get her back, Matias. Have faith.”
Faith is for weak men. I haven’t had faith in a long time. All I can rely on is myself.
Shoving past him, I stalk out of the warehouse, my men parting like the Red Sea before me. The cold night air does little to calm the storm raging within. My beautiful Kali, my reason for living, is alone, afraid, maybe even hurt. The thought makes my blood boil hotter than the fires of hell itself.
I pull out my phone, quickly dialing a number as I pace back and forth like a caged animal. It rings twice before a gruff voice answers.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Miguel, I need you to put some feelers out on the street,” I growl, getting straight to business. “That motherfucker, Suarez, has Kali, and I want every rat in this city sniffing him out. You hear me?”
“You got it, boss. Any leads so far?”
I grit my teeth, my free hand clenching into a white-knuckled fist. “That warehouse was a dead end. Suarez isn’t as sloppy as I’d hoped.”
There’s silence for a moment. Even through the phone, I can sense Miguel’s trepidation.
