Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(55)

“Ballsy young lady.” The man who took me chuckles.

“Yeah and if you want to keep your balls you'd better remove the f*cking blindfold and let me see you properly, you dickhead.” I hear a couple people laugh and the blindfold comes off.

“She’s something, that’s for sure.” Mystery man says.

“Don’t you forget it.” I glare at him. “Will anyone finally tell me what the f*ck it is that you want from me?”

“You don’t recognize me, zolotse?” an older man says. Fuck it all to hell.

“Sergei.” I groan. “Why did you have me f*cking kidnapped?”

“Couldn’t just knock on your door and ask you to come. We were being watched.”

“Riiiiiight.” I sigh. “Is it necessary to keep me tied up?”

“It’s fun and at least you can’t punch me.” Mystery man says.

“You can bet that as soon as I’m free I’ll kick your ass.” I tell him with all the seriousness I can muster.

“Enough you two!” Sergei bellows and sits down on a chair in front of me.

“Why am I here?” I ask again.

“Knowledge is the best weapon.” Sergei says mysteriously.

“Alright?” I look at him, confused.

“I know where Jason is and I need you to get him out.” He looks at me intently.

“I can try bu-”

“You won’t try, you’ll obey!” he yells.

“Why should I?”

“If you want to see Jason alive, you’ll do as I say.”

“Do you really think I can get him out?”

“Yes. I have a plan.”

“Why did you take me? Why not ask me to come when you called me?”

“Would you have come on your own free will?”

“Why does everybody think I’m a fragile little thing incapable of doing anything? It’s Jase we’re talking about, since you seem to know everything, you should have known I’d have come here willingly. I’d do anything to save Jase, I’d give my life to save his. I can handle this.”

“Good.”

“What’s that plan of yours then?” I look at my wrists and then the walls and realize where I am. “Out of all the f*cking rooms you have, you had to put me in the room where you have Jase torture and kill people? Seriously? You’re f*cking sick.” I growl disgusted.

“Wouldn’t have had the same impact had I locked you in a comfortable room.” He shrugs.

“You’re a sick and deranged man for making a fourteen year old torture someone, you know?” I look at him, not scared of him in the slightest even considering the vulnerable position I’m in.

“I see why Jason loves you so much.” He chuckles. “You’re feisty and not afraid to fight the bad guys. That’s good, he needs that kind of woman by his side.” He smiles, looking pleased.

“How about less talking about what you think and more talking about your plan to save Jason? The longer this takes, the worse his chances are of making it out alive.”

“Fair enough.” He chuckles as he unties me.



This should be interesting.





CHAPTER 22




Jason

Slider circles me, studying my reactions to his taunting and assaults. No matter what he says or does, I stay silent. I won’t talk and he knows it. I’m not a rat. I’d rather die if it means saving my family. I finally feel like I belong and I’m not going to risk ruining it, even if it’s destined to be short lived. I will go down fighting.

“Where are the Last Hangman hiding?” he asks, stopping in front of me.

“Like I’m going to tell you.” I scoff.

“Oh, you’ll talk.”

“Good try.” I chuckle. “There’s one thing you should know though.”

“Oh really? And what is that?” he asks sarcastically.

“The Last Hangman have nothing to do with your parents being cowards and leaving Louisiana.” That earns me another punch but in the nose this time. I can feel the blood slowly gush out of it.

“What are you talking about?” He looks at me, confused. “My parents told me they were driven out by the Hangman. Are you calling my parents liars?”

“Amongst other things, yeah.” He punches me in the jaw again. I felt that one. He has a nasty habit of punching the same spot.

“How dare you?” he yells at me.

“You forgot who killed them. It was Sergei and unlike the Kings and your lame ass excuse of an MC, he isn’t the type of man to go after someone for no reason. He had a very good reason to get your parents off the map. I know the truth about your parents, but it’s up to you if you want to know or keep up this pretense that they were perfect, law abiding citizens,” I chuckle, “this sounds like a f*cking joke.”

“Do not f*cking test me!” he bellows, getting redder by the second. It might get me killed but it’s fun to rile him up. He doesn’t see it yet, but I’m leading the dance even though I’m tied up and bloodied. He won’t win this.

“I’m not, I’m just trying to help you get a better understanding of the people your parents were, that’s all.” I shrug. “If you want to keep living a f*cking lie then be my guest.”