Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(98)

“ETA in fourteen minutes. Wrap it up quick,” he says in my ear.

Smiling maliciously, I grab the handles on both daggers, rotating them in Taylor’s shoulders, digging the wounds deeper. Tears leak involuntarily from her eyes as her screams of pain are muffled by the obstacle in her mouth. “You know, I thought you were smarter than this.” I punch her in the stomach. “We gave you a lifeline, and you chose to throw it back in our faces.” I punch her in the face, and blood spurts from her nose. “You don’t get another chance.”

Dismissing her, I crouch down in front of Dar, lifting his chin and arching his head back at an awkward angle. “Now you, on the other hand, are not smart. But this is still disappointing. Did you seriously think you could sneak up on us and get the upper hand?” I stand, hovering over his pitiful form. “Turn him over.” I shake my head. “I’m embarrassed for you, Dar. How the fuck did you end up junior chapter leader when Bry is worth a million of you?”

“Fuck you, whore,” he hisses as Galen and Caz dutifully flip him over.

Galen kicks him in the head. “Watch what you say to my wife, dipshit.”

Caz presses down on his foot, and Dar screams like a pussy. The sound of more bones breaking is music to my ears. How dare that asshole think he could show up here and thwart our carefully laid plans. And with that murdering bitch too?

Idiots. The pair of them.

Placing my booted foot on his crotch, I lean over him. “How did you know we would be here?”

He grins, because He. Is. A. Fucking. Brain-dead. Idiot. “Screw you. I’ll never tell.”

I kick him swiftly in the nut sack, and he cries out, trying to curl into a ball, unable to move his body properly with Galen standing on his wrist, Caz standing on his foot, and my boot pressed to his groin.

“Eleven minutes,” Theo says in my ear.

As much as I’d love to take my time, we’re all out of it. Whipping my knife out, I yank Dar’s head back, placing the sharp blade to his neck. “You have three seconds to tell me the truth before I slit your throat.”

Spittle flies into my face, for the second time in minutes, and I’m so done. I ram my knife into his thigh, in a similar place to the last time, reminding him of who he’s dealing with. Tears flow from his eyes, and his face contorts in pain, but I’m not finished with him yet. Sticking the knife in the side of his neck, I clamp my other hand over his mouth to smother his screams. His eyes widen in panic, as reality finally dawns, and he realizes he could die here. The smell of urine filters into the air, and my nostrils revolt, scrunching up to ward off the stink.

“Dude, did you just piss yourself?” Caz asks, gagging.

How the hell did I put up with this pathetic prick for so long? Ugh. My previous choice of boyfriend was piss-poor—pun intended.

Bry smirks. “You’re a mess, Knight.” He grabs his face, losing all hint of humor. “Tell us now, or we’ll let the lovely Lo gut you like the rodent you are.”

I remove my hand from his disgusting mouth. “Don’t kill me!” Dar pleads. “I’ll tell you, and I’ve other shit I can tell you too.”

“Now. Dar,” I bark, losing my patience.

“I’ve had my suspicions about you for a while,” he tells Bry, in between pained pants. “I followed you this week. Knew you were spying for the Saints, so I put a tracker on you.”

“How long have you been working with Taylor?” I ask. When he doesn’t answer straightaway, I kick him in the balls again. Galen covers his mouth this time, trapping his howls of agony. “How long?” I hiss.

“She came to me a week ago, suggesting we team up to take you all out.”

“Does anyone else know you’re here?” Galen inquires, exerting additional pressure on his broken wrist.

“No,” he whimpers. “Archer is out for my blood.” He stares up at Bry. “He thinks I was working with you because I didn’t show up at the warehouse last night.” Course, he didn’t. Dar doesn’t like to get his hands dirty, and he always gets someone else to pick up his slack. This little nugget of information is interesting though. Perhaps, it can come in handy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Taylor wriggling in Saint’s grip. He looks to me, and I nod. We can’t deal with them right now, and we need to get them off this roof ASAP because we can’t have any loose ends hanging around when this goes down.

Taylor crumples like a sack of potatoes when Saint slams the butt of the gun into her head. Caz punches Dar a couple times in the face, and he’s out cold in a flash.

“Tie them up in the trunk and stay with them,” I instruct Caz. “We’ll deal with them back at the house after we get this over and done with.”

“Galen, help Caz get them downstairs, and then I want you out on the street,” Saint commands. “Stay in the alleyway beside the main entrance to this building. We don’t want any more surprises.”

Galen salutes Saint before heaving Taylor over his shoulder. Caz does the same with Dar, and they leave while I reposition myself on the cushion, taking deep breaths to get my head back in the game.

“Here.” Bry picks up a bottle of water off the ground, handing it to me.

Saint crouches on my other side. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Just give me a minute to get my bearings.”