or die tonight.”
Ford shut the bedroom door. “I vote die, just so you know.”
Silas was dressed in fancy blue pajamas that looked pressed. Like people on television wore. He looked at them both, swallowing rapidly.
Yeah, Trent knew what he saw. Two men, dressed in all black, scars on their faces and blades in their glove-covered hands. He let the killer in him show in his eyes.
“What do you want?” Silas apparently went with brave, because his chin rose and he settled back against the bed.
Trent stripped the covers from the bed in one smooth motion, leaving Silas revealed and vulnerable. The pajama bottoms matched the pressed top. He paused. “He wears socks to bed.” He looked at his brother over his shoulder. “You ever heard of that?”
Ford shrugged. “Maybe he has feet problems. We can cure him of that.” He twirled his knife in his hands.
Silas drew his legs up. “I have money in the safe.”
“Don’t need money,” Trent said casually, studying the man’s eyes. “I need answers.”
“So ask,” Silas said.
Trent watched him carefully. “I broke into your office after closing and took any documents proving Hallie Rose worked on the Bixby and Lewis file. Are there any other documents that weren’t in your office?”
Silas’s eyes widened. “You’re working for that woman?”
“Sure,” Trent said easily.
“She did it all,” Silas spat. “We’re covering for her.”
Trent moved fast, slicing down Silas’s buttoned top, making sure to scrape skin as he did so. Blood welled but not too much.
Silas cried out, his hands going up.
Trent flashed his teeth. “You’re talking about the woman I’m going to marry, so you might want to watch yourself. Before we get back to that question, do you know where Bixby’s body is buried? You’ll save your friend Marc Lewis a lot of pain if you do.”
Ford coughed. “Marry? Really? I thought you’d keep your head buried about her and we’d have to slap you silly to wake you up. Good for you, brother.”
Trent grinned. “I know, right? I’m evolving. Definitely marrying that girl.” He tilted his head. “Well, I’m not evolving too fast. I still like causing agony. Talk, Silas.”
Silas swallowed rapidly, his eyes finally showing understanding of the moment. “What do you know about Lewis or Bixby?”
“Everything,” Trent stated. “Well, almost everything. My brothers are with Lewis right now, and they’re not as patient as I am. Not even close. I’d bet anything he’s already bleeding . . . a lot worse than you are. So far.”
Ford nodded. “Truth there.”
Wyatt and Boone had arrived earlier that morning to help, since their previous mission had been concluded. Wyatt had no patience, actually. He preferred to get to the torture first and think about answers later. He felt things went quicker that way. But Trent didn’t want to tick Hallie off too much if she ever found out about this. So he was taking it easy. For now.
Silas looked around frantically for help. “How did you get inside my house?”
“Your alarm system sucks,” Trent said, tapping the blade against Silas’s arm. The man jumped.
“Get a dog,” Ford suggested. “Dogs are better than any alarm system.” He rolled his neck. “Can I cut him now? This is boring.”
Drool slid from Silas’s mouth.
Trent snarled. “You’re afraid of the wrong brother here, friend. Right now, your moronic sons are after my woman, which means they’ll probably die. I’m fighting really hard not to start cutting pieces off you, just for fun. Just for causing her fear. You’re gonna want to start talking. We can start with where your sons are right now, move to the location of Bixby’s body, and then discuss any additional documents that may implicate Hallie. I’ll probably have to stab you a few times and maybe cut a few things off. It happens.”
Silas gulped and his shoulders slumped.
Now they were getting somewhere.
* * *
Hallie couldn’t manage to eat dinner, so she sat on the sofa and petted the wolf. His head lay in her lap, and he snored gently, seemingly content. Where was Trent? Was he all right?
The front door opened, and both Zeke and Zachary walked inside.
She’d become accustomed to all of the gang appearing at the house whenever, so she just looked up. “Have you guys heard anything from Trent?” she asked, her heart rate kicking in.
“Nope,” Zachary said.
Harley lifted his head and sneezed, while remaining close to Hallie.
Zeke studied her. “Stop worrying. Trent knows what he’s doing. We’re having an impromptu party out at the lodge, so grab your stuff.”
She blinked. “I’m not going