Her Dirty Little Secret [R 18+]

18 | Our Love Holds Fast

I felt her nails dig into the flesh of my palm as she took in the sight before her.

Welcome to hell, sweet girl.

Tommy sat with his arms contorted painfully behind his back, handcuffed to the metal chair bolted to the cement floor. Blood dripped from just about every inch of his face, bruises painting the minimal flesh that did not sing red.

His swollen eyes blinked before widening a fraction, as much as his body would allow when he realised just who stood before him. Panic settled in and he began to shake while trying to speak through the damp gag in his mouth.

The stench of urine filled the space.

I looked at the two men standing in the shadows their masked faces dropped in respect. "Remove the gag," I said.

One of the men stepped forward and with one gloved hand, he tugged the material free of Tommy's strained jaw. Releasing the sweet woman beside me, I stepped forward and crouched down in front of the tortured man.

"We are going to have a chat, Tommy. You've two choices here; one, answer my questions and maybe you'll see daylight or don't and you'll be mixed in with the cement we are laying out back."

I was a reasonable man, after all.

His eyes darted between Vaela's and mine, "please, I don't know anything!"

"Here, Tommy. Don't look at her, you look at me if you wish to keep those eyes." My tone held no room for anything less than what I requested and he fucking knew it. "Tell me where I can find your buddy John?"

Tommy sobbed, "look man, it was my first time out with them, I don't know anything."

I sighed, shaking my head, "wrong answer." With one swift movement, I reached out and dug my thumb into the deep laceration in his thigh, twisting it around a little I waited for his cry of pain to subdue. "Let's try this again, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, maybe you did not understand the first time around... Where is he?"

Looking and the blood running down his thigh, Tommy stammered, "I... I can't," the tears mixed with blood and created such a pretty pink hue, my woman would look beautiful walking all over that particular shade. "He'll kill me," Tommy cried.

Snapping my gaze to his, I gripped his jaw and tilted his head, moving closer till my mouth was next to his ear I whispered, "and what do you think I'll do... Death will seem like a walk in the park in comparison, Tommy.

Standing to my full height I walked to the corner of the room where a range of knives, cleavers and firearms sat on a metal table. Taking a filleting knife, I returned to Tommy. "Five seconds before I start using your flesh as a new set of curtains."

Tommy held firm...

For all of two seconds.

"Okay, okay, fuck!" He blurted in a rush, voice cracking, "there's a house, on the edge of town, Fifth Avenue across from Smith Street. It's unregistered, that's where they hang out."