Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,93
fucking smile flirting on her lips. I look back at the man when he screams again.
Blood is welling where his nail once was and he’s looking at in horror. “I can keep going, eventually you will break. You decide how much torture you go through first,” I inform him in a bored voice, twisting my knife in the light to check for blood.
“What-what do you want?” he slurs.
“Keep up, will you? Who do you sell the girls to?” I demand, trying to take shallow breaths as the smell of her seems to intensify. It both calms me and drives me mad, and I don’t know how it’s fucking possible.
“I don’t know, we don’t do names. Marco just called them ‘The Others’!” he yells, and when I sigh and lean forward he starts fighting in his bonds. “I swear! All I do I is get a text with a drop off location, then they meet me and I take one girl at a time.”
I lean back and look over at Dawn and Nos.
“They text you where to meet them?” she clarifies.
“Yes! From a burner phone,” he replies, looking at her desperately, like she would save him. He should have learned by now, she’s a bigger monster than both of us.
“When’s the next one?” She glares.
He stops struggling, throwing us all pleading looks. “Tomorrow night, nine PM, east side docks. One girl.”
She gets off the sofa and crouches at my side. I find myself leaning in and sniffing her without meaning to, and almost kick myself.
“Do they know what the girl looks like before?” she asks and I glare, knowing where this is going.
“No, they just know it’s a girl, but I have to be there,” he adds. Maybe he isn’t as stupid as I thought.
“That’s not a problem,” she purrs, the sound going straight to my cock.
She looks over at me with a smile. “I’ll be bait, I can keep him in line and we can see who we’re up against.”
“No,” I say and turn back to the Ray.
She ignores me and keeps talking. “You have a better plan? Know any girls we could use, and then I could go as dickwad here?” She jerks her thumb at Ray who is looking between us, obviously trying to figure out if he’s going to die or get tortured some more.
“I say we bring him with us for now while we think over what we need to do. We can tie him up and gag him in your basement,” Nos suggests, intervening on the argument brewing between us.
“Fine,” I grit out and stand. I reach down automatically and offer her my hand. When I realise what I’ve done, I swear. She grabs it and I pull her to her feet before letting go, the soft skin of her hand burning a trace where we touched.
“Let’s go,” I growl.
I have been driving for over four hours when I get bored of the open road, not to mention my dragon is roaring inside, hating being trapped in this metal can. Sighing, I pull over to a picnic area and get out of the car to stretch my legs.
No one is around for miles, and the late afternoon sun heats my skin as I reach up to the sky and twist my back to get out all the stiffness from being hunched over the wheel.
Rounding the back of the car, I peek into the boot to see what Jean Paul has packed for me. I didn’t look before I left, since I was more bothered about getting on the road and reaching Dawn.
I rifle through the bags and spot the clothes, and even some weapons. Underneath is a wooden chest, protected by the clothes. Running my hands over the carvings on top, I sigh. It has been a long time since I looked inside this box.
I gave it to my human keepers when I had decided to retreat. It holds all of my lineage’s heritage and artifacts. The very first ring ever given between the dragon king and his queen, my crown, and so much more. Laying my hand on top, I feel the magic pulsing through the box, calling me to open it.
I hear a car gunning down the road so I quickly cover the box and busy myself in the boot, thinking they will drive past so I can go for a run at least and stretch out my body before I continue on my way. I have calculated it should take at least