Then how the hell did he get Journey? She lived on a damn farm for three years before she was taken, and she just somehow showed up?
“How did they get Journey?” I snapped. “How did she come to be in this life? She wasn’t homeless in your city!”
“J-Journey?”
“The girl from the bar! The one you dared to touch!” My eyes turned black. They reflected into his glassy eyes as he shook.
“I-I don’t know! She was the girl that was in my blackmail photos!” He cried.
My claws lengthened on each finger. My wolf roared inside me, wanting to make this bastard suffer. I shoved my hand to his crotch; his pants were already ripped, and his dick was laying limply against his bleeding leg.
So much blood covered the worm, but that didn’t deter the sadistic grin my wolf flickered to me. Our claws punctured his scrotum, tearing through his package like minced meat.
The mayor’s silent screams weren’t enough. We wanted more.
My claws dipped into the fat folds of his neck pulling his neck upright so he could take a breath. But then he muttered words I couldn’t ignore. “And she was certainly a good fuck.”
“NO!” Locke leaped forward, but it was too late.
My wolf no longer needed blood; we needed to see the light leave his eyes. My wolf snarled and forced himself forward. I thrust my hand into his body, digging into his chest. I could hear the squelching of his beating heart. I pulled it from his chest, holding it in my hand. The room stood still in silence until I dropped it to the floor.
He was gone too quickly, but my resolve had been tested enough. He wanted to die, that was for certain, but his eyes continued to blink, looking at his heart on the piss-covered floor.
His body slumped over, the broken bones and guts making wet, squelching sounds.
“Damn it, Grim! I said to wait!” Locke threw his hands up. “Now we don’t know who the masked fucker is or where we can find the rest of the innocent souls!”
I gritted my teeth, my eyes narrowing at the male in the corner. He blinked once, twice, until he spoke.
“I’ll tell you everything! No one knows the masked man! I’ll tell you everything you need to know! Just please god, don’t make me suffer! Just snap my neck, please. D-don’t do that to me!”
He was pulled from the cage. Locke still swore under his breath at my foolishness.
“You better know your shit, or I’ll pull out your heart myself,” Locke grunted to the henchmen.
“I was his right-hand man. I’m DeMarco. I’ll tell you all you want.” He shook. “Just please, a quick death!”
“What a pussy,” Sizzle laughed. “All of them are.”
I squeezed my fist in anger, I turned toward the stairs. The mayors’ words still echoed in my head. His foul mouth telling me he raped my mate over and over filled me with fury. I needed to see her, to be comforted by her, and to know she was safe.
I didn’t care that she didn’t remember. I would always remember his filthy words and how she was used for so long.
“Grim! Where are you going?!” Locke shouted.
I strode up to the sink filled with water. At one time, I had a sick fascination with dunking our prisoners in water and drowning them. Now I used it to clean the blood from my hands.
“He needs his mate.” Sizzle grabbed his arm. “You would too if you realized your mate went through the same.” Sizzle’s eyes thawed, nodding for me to go.
My heavy steps trailed halfway up the worn boards, and the inner circle looked up at me in sorrow. Locke sighed heavily, shaking his head.
“Go,” he mouthed. “Go get your girl.”
Chapter Thirty
Journey
“Holdonasec,”Hawke said as he grabbed the door and poked his head outside, looking in all directions before letting me follow.
