Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(8)

Where the first guy looks angry and impatient, there’s no expression on Blue Eyes’ face. He stares back at me, but that neutral expression doesn’t change.

“What were you doing at our club?” the first man demands, and I shift my attention back to him. He looks frustrated, his arms folded and his eyes narrowed. There’s a small scar on his upper lip, and I focus on that for a second instead of answering his question. Just to piss him off.

“Why did you kill that man?” Blue Eyes adds. His voice is as flat as his expression, and I wonder what he’s hiding under all that calm coldness.

“Because he had to die,” I snap, finally giving them something. The longer this night goes on, the more pissed off I get. My lead on Ivan evaporated into thin fucking air thanks to that shitty-ass informant, and I’m ending the night in chains with some assholes poking their noses into my business.

“Why our club?” the first guy asks again, and this time I can hear how pissed off he is.

“The location wasn’t the point,” I tell him through gritted teeth. “But he had it coming. That’s all you need to know.”

The two of them exchange a look, and I don’t even know what Green Eyes can see in Blue Eyes’ expression because it doesn’t change. But there’s some wordless communication there all the same, and I know they’re not happy with my answer.

Too fucking bad.

“Do you work with one of the gangs in the city?” Blue Eyes asks coolly.

I just stare back at him.

“Answer his fucking question!” Green Eyes snaps, giving into his anger even more. He’s clearly pissed off, and he takes a step closer to me, getting in my face.

I try to mimic Blue Eyes’ neutrality, just staring right back at him and keeping my mouth shut.

Blue Eyes watches it all, staying where he is with that same look on his face. It’s like he doesn’t even care what’s happening, although I can tell he’s taking it all in.

“Look at me,” Green Eyes growls, and I do, staring defiantly into those bright jade colored eyes. “I haven’t killed you yet because we want answers. But if you’re not going to tell us anything, then you’re no use to us.”

It’s almost an echo of what I told the guy I killed outside their club, and I laugh in spite of myself, amused at how the tables have turned in such a short time.

Something flickers across Blue Eyes’ features. It looks almost like surprise, but it doesn’t do anything to really shake that stone-faced thing he’s got going on.

Green Eyes has no problem showing his feelings, though. The anger is right there on his face, and he leans in close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath fanning across my skin. His eyes trace over my body, lingering on the cleavage the dress shows off. I almost forgot what I’m wearing—that I’m still dressed like a damn club bunny.

He lifts a hand and settles it along the curve of my jaw, brandishing the gun he stole from me in his other hand. The barrel of it is cold as he traces it down from my throat to my chest, skimming it over the fullness of my tits.

“I’ll give you a day,” he says in a low, husky tone. “So you can think it over and decide what you want to do here. I’m not a patient man, and I protect what’s mine. I need to know if you’re a threat to my club and therefore to my brothers.”

The threat is clear in his voice. This is the part where he probably expects me to spill my guts and tell him what he wants to hear. He can probably feel the way my pulse speeds up just a bit when he runs that gun over my skin, but I still don’t give in.

Instead, I just keep my mouth shut and watch him.

He lets his hand linger on my jaw for a second longer and then steps back, jerking his head at Blue Eyes. The two of them head back up the stairs and shut the door, plunging the basement or whatever this is back into darkness.

As soon as they’re gone, I slump back against the wall, letting out a low breath. I rotate my wrists in the shackles and jerk against the chains that hold them, testing to see how much leeway I have.

Unfortunately, the restraints are well done, and I don’t have anywhere to go. The chains are bolted into the wall, and it would take someone stronger than me to bust them out. The shackles are pretty tight on my wrists, and I won’t be getting out of them easily.

These guys clearly know what they’re doing. They’re serious, and they mean business. When Green Eyes said he’d give me a day, he meant it.

And that doesn’t bode well for me at all.





4





KNOX





I DON’T EVEN BREAK a sweat as we dump the body that girl left in the alley in the trunk of my car and haul it out of town. Ash pouts the whole way there, but that’s Ash. He loves getting what he wants, and he definitely didn’t want to be stuck on corpse duty with me when he could be doing more fun stuff.

I don’t know what he’s so annoyed about, though. It’s just work. Easy work, too.

We head out to a spot in the middle of nowhere that I’m familiar with, all looming trees and craggy ditches.

“Well, this is a cheerful place,” Ash mutters under his breath, climbing out of the car when I kill the engine.

“Not supposed to be cheerful,” I tell him, even though I’m smiling. I pop the trunk and haul the body out, throwing it over my shoulder.