Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

399. Tyson - Malaky IV

Seconds pass by and when no one opens the door, Malaky gets more and more desperate. I enjoy seeing this expression on his face. It's the same one Olivia made when she was raped over and over again by Malaky.

"I don't think you did, but this is why we are here," I sneer before stepping in front of him and placing the tip of my knife at the base of his neck. "With what should I start first? With you dick," Malaky's face turns ashen, "so you won't abuse women ever again? Or," I slide the tip of the knife all the way to his right wrist, leaving a red behind it, "your hands, so you won't touch what doesn't belong to you."

"Look, Paola was the one who got into my bed. The bitch seduced me. What was I supposed to do when she offered to suck me?" Malaky begs for us to understand. "Did Cricket beg for your cock as well?"

Malaky blinks. "Who?"

I push my knife into his wrist, the sharp tip piercing his skin. Malaky tries to push the chair back but what he doesn't know is that the legs are anchored to the floor. No matter what he does, he won't get away from me. "Don't play dumb with me! You know very well who I'm talking about. She was about five feet tall, with brown hair and grey eyes. She was killed not long ago. Behind her left ear, she had a mark that looked like a tattoo of a cricket." Malaky takes a moment to think. "Melanie?"

I don't know Cricket's real name, but I'll ask Wasp later. For now, I'll assume Cricket was Melanie.

"Did you kill her?" Rueben asks before I can.

"What? No! No!" Malaky quickly denies it. "She was part of the Hunt back in December. Since then, I lost track of her."

I push my knife deeper into his wrist. "Who bought her?"

Malaky tries to shrug. "Like I said, I don't keep track of the bitches who take part in the Hunt. Except for the dead ones, as my father's men need to dispose off the bodies. We can't have bodies all over the forests near the city, or it will draw to much attention."

"We want a list with everyone who took part in that Hunt," Ansel demands.

so that anyone can get their hands on it at any

he doesn't have one, but maybe the list won't be of any help since those taking part in the Hunt go by aliases. There's a reason the men have to wear masks: in

do anything with a list full of aliases,

be stupid not to have one. To keep track of those

presses his lips in a

like scorpions and snakes, the sight of them reminds me of

fire in the stove started,"

is one

firewood next to the

do

don't need scorpions and snakes

the toolbox are more than

start cutting off his wrist. Blood drips on the wooden floor. I don't rush, prolonging his suffering. "Get the IV

let Malaky

deeper into Makaly's flesh. He

touched my woman! He hurt her and let others do the same. I won't rest

with firewood, and Ansel goes to

reaches bones, cutting

"Stop!" Malaky screams.

would, but you keep refusing to

out in pain, "My father has all the lists!"