“How much did you give him?” Boss questions Omen.
“Enough. He should be wakin’ up any time now,” Omen answers her.
“Allow me to speed up the process,” Maddox grits out. Grabbing the cultist by the back of his robes, he slams him onto the ground over and over again until the man groans.
“What is wrong with you people?” the man questions, his voice seeming stressed and exhausted.
“You’ve hurt numerous people we care about, as well as innocent women who don’t deserve what you subject them to,” Boss roars, going from zero to one hundred right before my eyes. This cult is directly responsible for her father’s death, so she has a lot of anger built up from chasing them over the years. We all want them gone, and I know one day we’ll be able to make that happen.
The cultist rolls over onto his back, “Is this about the jezebel your people stole from us?”
“Stole? We didn’t steal shit. You took her off the streets!” I’m having a hard time holding back my rage as I speak, but I’m trying like hell not to cross a line right now.
“Is that what she told you?” the man laughs, clenching his stomach. “She was given to us.”
Boss picks up a crowbar sitting on the ground and hits the cultist in the head with it. “Stop lying. It won’t do you any good.”
“I’m not lying to you. She was given to the organization by a man named T. T said she was sinful, unmarried, and having sex with anyone who came close to her. He asked us to cleanse her of her sins and, in turn, take her off his hands, so we did. We only did what was asked of us.”
Boss tears her eyes away from the piece of shit on the floor and looks right into my eyes. It’s almost like she’s looking for some sort of confirmation from me, but how can I give her confirmation when I don’t even have it?
“Who the fuck is T?” I question the man.
“The man who gave us the jezebel you stole from us.” The cultist laughs, knowing very well the information we’re seeking.
Boss gives us one look, and we each take turns beating on this man. Eventually, he’ll cave in because he won’t want to feel any more pain, and until then, we’ll have fun with him. Maddox goes first, then Omen and Cowboy, and Boss goes after Cowboy, and then I go. We kick, punch, slam his face into the concrete floor, and then hit him with the crowbar. By the third round of us all going on him, he’s ready to speak.
“Give me want I want, or we’ll keep going,” Boss tells the cultist.
“What do y-you want?” he questions her.
“Give me something useful. Locations. Where are your locations?”
“We h-have five l-locations now.”
“Where?” Boss presses him.
“Allentown, Pennsylvania. Chicago, Illinois. Tampa, Florida. Reno, Nevada. New Orleans, Louisiana,” he speaks slowly, his pain obviously coursing through him with every word.
“What about Toronto?” Boss asks.
His eyes go wide, and that’s all the confirmation we need to know this is the same cult. “Get rid of him. He’s given us everything he’s going to.” Boss looks at Omen, and he nods before she walks away, Cowboy following closely behind her.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Valencia
I finish applying my makeup and step back, looking in the mirror. Today is one of those days where I feel pretty good about myself. My tight jeans and black shirt fit like a glove. My hair and makeup are both awesome today too.
Needing a cup of coffee, I head downstairs and go into the kitchen. I grab the pot and groan when it’s empty. After filling it back up, I lean against the small counter and wait for it to brew. The smell of coffee beans wafts around the room. It’s heavenly, making me crave my first cup.
Venom comes into the kitchen, and I smile. “Hey, I’m making a fresh pot of coffee if you want a cup.”
She shakes her head and crosses her arms. “No thanks, but you might be waiting on yours because Boss wants to talk to you in her office.”
I try to keep my nerves hidden as I push off the counter. “Oh? All right, thanks.”
My stomach is in knots as I make my way to her office. There’s really no other reason for me to be called in to talk to her except if she has questions about my past. I’ve been earning my keep around here working shifts at the bar, and I’ve been cooking for the club too.
