Page 216 of Boys Who Hunt
I laugh. “You think this hurts? I could cut off all your fingers and your dick and make you eat them.”
“Please, no.” Sweat runs down his forehead. “Have mercy.”
“Why were you in her apartment?” Max asks.
I point my bat at the guy’s face. “Tell her who sent you.”
Ivy shakes her head.
“Stefano sent me.”
The mere mention of his name makes her pupils dilate and fill with rage.
There it is. That’s what I was looking for.
“Shut up,” she hisses.
“Why? Is he reminding you of something you don’t want to remember?” Heath asks, looking at her with a stone-cold face.
“Who’s Stefano?” Max asks.
“No one,” she hisses. “No one you ever need to know about.”
“But that’s just it, little thief … I do. I want to know.” I approach her slowly, sliding my fingers across the headboard. “I want to know more than anything.” I bring my bloodied fingers to her forehead. “What makes you tick.” And I tap. Once. Twice.
She swats away my hand when I attempt it for a third time, and it brings a wicked smile to my face.
“I told you, it’s none of your fucking business.”
“Is it? Or is it just because you don’t want to admit to whatever you did that made you piss off these fuckers?” Heath asks, his face still emotionless and deadly like he’s lost all will to care.
I smirk. “You stole from them, didn’t you?”
She lifts her fist, but I grab it just in time. “You’re taking your anger out on the wrong dude.”
I force the palm of her hand open and shove the bat inside.
“You hate them, don’t you?”
She seems confused, then apprehensive, at first, as I step aside and point at the guys.
“Go on … give it your best shot.”
She clutches the bat tighter, and the determination suddenly flickering in her eyes makes me so goddamn hard I nearly come right there and then.
“I told you I had a gift for you …” I whisper into her ear as she hovers closer and closer to the two guys I have strapped to the bed. “So take it.”
“Ivy, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Max says, but she’s not even listening anymore. I can tell from the way her eyes have glossed over.
“Wait! You can’t do this to me. I’m—”
She lifts the bat and swings …
Right into the fucker’s face.
His jaw dislodges and knocks sideways, teeth flinging left and right. Blood spatters everywhere, and I’m on the verge ofpronouncing my fucking undying devotion to this fucking girl. This girl who is every bit as fucked up as I am.
“You fucking thought you could come to my house and take Cora?!” she screams, and she hits him again, this time straight in the nuts, blood splattering onto the bed, and the other guy, his screeches fill the room like a crescendo of madness.