Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,64

might let you live,” he threatens, pushing away from the wall.

“How boring. I was hoping this would be more fun. Now, tell me who you’re selling them to,” I demand, leaning back against the door with a bored look on my face.

“Go fuck yourself,” he fires back, standing and straightening his suit before narrowing his eyes on me. It’s easy to see why he’s so high up in the organization, even now he’s unruffled.

“No thanks, I have someone else to do that with later. Last chance, who were you selling them to?” I inquire slowly, straightening from my position against the door, almost buzzing with the hope that he won’t answer.

“Fuck. Off,” he replies, grabbing at the gun or phone again.

I grin. “I was hoping you would say that,” I purr before jumping at him.

Grabbing the arm going for his pocket I twist, and when I hear a crack and he screams, I yank it behind his back and hold it there with my face pushed against his. Sweat beads at his forehead as he lets out a colourful rant at me.

“Finished?” I ask calmly and he nods, his words eventually cutting off as his eyes meet mine, finally understanding I’m serious.

“You…you’re one of them,” he gasps, rising higher on his tiptoes to try and alleviate the pain in his arm.

“One of whom?” I ask innocently, fluttering my lashes, wanting to hear him say it.

“Freak,” he spits, making me grin.

“Hell yes I am, but the last guy who pissed me off ended up with a ripped out neck, bleeding out on his hotel room floor as I fucked a forest god. So, if I were you, I would get smart real quick,” I purr.

He swallows hard, finally nodding, obviously coming to the same conclusion I have. His bodyguards think he’s busy fucking, and that gives us an hour, maybe more, depending on how long he usually lasts, but I’m betting he’s a pump and dump sort of guy. Nobody knows where he is and he’s trapped out here with a hurt arm, and what he calls two ‘freaks’—not that he knows Griffin is there.

“I don’t know the buyers’ names, they came to us,” he starts and I narrow my eyes. He gasps, freezes, and I blink hard. “Your eyes—”

“What about them?” I grit out.

“They are black, just black.”

Huh, that’s new. Although I’ve never really looked at myself when I use my new powers, so maybe it’s not. Something else to think about later on.

“Marco,” I warn.

“Sorry, sorry.” He gulps, his gaze flickering away before going back to my eyes like he can’t stand not to look. “They really did, they must have found out that I was dealing women right under Victor’s—shit.” He snaps his mouth shut and I arch my eyebrow.

Working his jaw, he shakes his head. “What the fuck does it matter anyway,” he mutters to himself before looking back at me. “Victor Valkov is the man in charge, he hides away in the city, like a puppet pulling the strings. He has too much going on so you can slip some things through him. His rules are simple, they don’t deal in people or drugs, but what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.”

Wow, real fucking classy.

“So, myself and a few other guys started this enterprise. It began small but kept getting bigger and bigger until we had a client base and buyers already lined up, putting in their own requests. I had no choice but to bring Tim on board, and he was all too happy to help, getting a split off the profits.”

“How did you bring him on board?” I ask, needing to know.

“I found out he was stealing from Victor, skimming the books. I mentioned it might slip out if he was to say...not help us.” As he speaks, he straightens haughtily, his power and money appearing once again.

“Anyway, eventually someone calling themselves ‘The Others’ approached us. It’s not unusual for clients to give us fake names or organisations. We didn’t think anything of it when they set up a meeting.”

Getting bored holding him, I push him back against the wall and cross my arms, his eyes drop to my breasts, making me grunt. “Eyes up top,” I warn.

He holds his hands up, wincing as he uses the injured one, before leaning back against the wall like he’s here for a business meeting.

“Anyway, at the meeting there was just something weird about these guys. They wanted some very specific things and before I knew it,