“Really?” Gabe’s expression was deadpan.
Adrian’s brow arched high. “You want to play nice, or do you want to find Jenna?”
The Bravo leader took all of one second to consider the question before motioning for him to continue his interrogation.
That’s what I thought.
With his fist still full of Slay’s hair, Adrian held the asshole steady. Leaning in real close, he made sure the fuckwad heard him loud and clear.
“Listen up,Slay. I’m going to ask you a few simple questions, and you’re going to answer them truthfully. For every lie you tell, I’ll break another bone. And I’llkeepbreaking bones until you’re lying on that sticky ass floor of yours with your skeleton shattered into so many pieces, they’ll have to scoop you up with a fucking spatula. Clear enough?”
“Y-yeah.” Slay gave a jerky nod. “Whatever you say, man.”
Watching the guy’s left eye very closely, he asked, “Did you put the Ketamine in the lady’s drink. Yes or no?”
“N-no.”
And there it was. The twitch.
Tsk, tsk.
Releasing Slay’s shirt, Adrian grabbed the lying bastard’s left pinky and yanked it to the side until he felt a pop.
“Ah!”The dumbass yelled as he tried to pull himself free. “You crazy motherfucker!”
Blood and spit spewed from his mouth and nose, landing on the smooth and shiny countertop.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Adrian curled his lips into a sinister smile. “Did you put the drugs in the pretty redhead’s drink? Yes. Or. No?”
When Slay hesitated to answer, Adrian went for the ring finger. He had his hand wrapped around the digit and was just about to yank on it when Slayfinallycame to his senses and confessed.
“Yes, okay?” The pathetic jerk damn near cried. “I was the one who put the drugs in your girlfriend’s drink. Jesus!”
The hold Adrian had on the finger loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely. “Why?”
“The guy paid me a grand. Agrand!I mean, what the hell did you expect me to do? That’s more than I clear in a fucking week.”
Don’t kill him. Do. Not. Kill. Him.
“The man who paid you.” Adrian kept his voice steady. “What’s his name?”
“I can’t. Please!” Slay begged. “The guy will kill me. Literally. Dude’s got mad connections.”
That finger snapped.
“Fuck!” Slay screamed again. “Ah, Jesus!”
He turned fifty shades of green, and unless Adrian’s nose was mistaken, the mouthy prick had just pissed his pants.
Any other time, he would’ve loved to have wasted a few minutes giving the guy shit about it. Not today. Today, every single minute counted.
Because every minute he spent not knowing where Jenna was or if she was okay was a minute of pure hell.
“Name,” Adrian growled. “Now.”
“Slay, buddy.” Gabe hopped on board the not-fucking-around train. “I’ve seen what this asshole’s capable of. You keep holding out on us, you’d better believe he’ll break you. Every. Fucking. Bone.”
Done waiting, Adrian made a play for Slay’s middle finger, but the guy finally caved.