Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(59)

“So trusting. So stupid.” a voice I recognize but can't place says.

“Slider is going to be very happy. Now he has leverage to make Sanders talk,” another guy says. Just what we needed. Hopefully we’ll be locked up together so I can talk to Jase or at least see him.

The drive is long, longer than I expected, but when we finally reach our destination I’m relieved, this van f*cking stinks. The putrid smell is making me feel sick and the last thing we need is me choking on my own vomit because of the stupid gag.

The blindfold is roughly taken off of my face and I come face to face with the same guy who came to my house to threaten me the other day.

“Hello Nicole. Happy to see me?” He smirks.





CHAPTER 24




Jason

I’m roughly shoved around. I open my left eye as the right one is swollen shut.

“There we go. I was starting to worry that you had cut my fun short.”

“Fuck off.” I look up at him.

“Are you ready to talk?” He asks, wielding a gun in front of me.

“You’ll never make me talk.”

“We’ll see about that.” He chuckles darkly and walks over to a table and picks up something shiny. I can’t make out what it is from where I’m sitting but it doesn’t look like it’s going to be much fun for me. He walks back towards me, still smirking. “Still not ready to talk?” He asks and holds up a pair of shears and waves them around.

“You don’t have the balls to do it.” I know what’s about to come and I don’t want it, but I honestly don’t know where the guys are and even if I did, I would never talk and even if I did talk, he would still do it.

“Your loss then, literally.” He chuckles, proud of his lame joke and presses the sharp blades against my right pinky. “Last chance.”

“Fuck you, Slider.” I snarl.

“As you wish. This is for my father.” The f*cker closes the shears around my finger and I can feel the sharp blades cutting through skin, ligaments, tendons, everything but the bone. The f*cker doesn’t even know how to f*cking use them.

I don’t give him the pleasure of seeing me wince but I can’t help adding a little fuel to the fire.

“God you can’t even torture someone properly.” I chuckle.

“You’re sick, you’re getting off on this!” he yells and snaps the shears shut, the sound of bone crushing under the pressure reverberates through the warehouse. I clench my jaws together, not wanting to show him how much pain I’m in. I try to hide all emotion but it’s getting difficult now. I’m starting to shake, from both the pain and the adrenaline that’s rushing through my body. “I wonder how many more fingers it takes for you to speak?”

“Cut them all off if you want to, I’ll never talk.” I groan in pain.

“You’re all talk, Jason. You won’t be able to handle that level of pain. How about I move onto something that will get your tongue moving, how about Nicole? How would you feel watching her get tortured? Huh? I mean, she has a banging body, I wonder what kind of damage we could do to it.” He laughs creepily.

“You don’t have her.” Now he has my attention.

One of his minions walks over to Slider and whispers something in his ear. “This is going to get interesting. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He chuckles and jogs out of the warehouse. I’m starting to feel the blood loss from my missing finger. My body starts to shake and sweat as it struggles to handle the pain that I’m mentally able to tolerate.

A few minutes later, the door to the warehouse opens again and I hear him walk back in, but there’s someone else with him. I don’t have to wait long to see who it is. My blood turns to ice as he throws Nicole to the ground.

“Hurt her again and I swear to God I’ll find a way to kill you with my bare hands.”

“Now I’d love to see that considering you’re tied to a chair.” He shrugs. “Get a chair for the whore.” He calls out.

“Careful what you say about her.” I look at him intently. I hate seeing her here, I hate that they found her and she will probably suffer the same fate as me. It won’t make any difference that she’s a woman. They are ruthless bastards. It might make it worse for her.

“Like your opinion matters.” He scoffs and ties her to a chair, placing her directly in front of me so we are facing each other.

The expression on her face is laced with worry, anger and sadness. I’m desperate to hold her and tell her that everything is going to be okay but I can’t and truth is, I doubt everything will be okay. They’ve got the both of us right where they want us and no one knows where we are. I wish I could have protected her better. She doesn’t deserve this. I don’t deserve her. I never did. I hoped things would turn out differently, that all my problems would solve themselves in the shadows but truth is, they were always hanging over me like the sword of Damocles. I just wish I had realized it sooner, I wouldn’t have subjected her to all these f*cked up things and she wouldn’t be in this situation.

“What should I do to you two lovebirds?” He asks, chuckling as he circles us. He caresses Nicole’s hair each time he walks by her, it makes me feel sick. After a couple more circles, he takes off her gag. “Are you going to be any better than your murderer of a boyfriend?”