You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 72

VOID

Ever heard the phrase, "I hit a goldmine"?

I just did.

One thing that made my line of work boring was how weak most of the men were. They made it too easy to bend them. Just a few incisions here and there, and they were already shaking like leaves.

Tonight, however, I struck platinum.

During the shootout, my bullet had luckily met one of the guards in a spot that didn't kill him. Two others had been shot by my men but didn't make it. The one in front of me, he was our lucky tool.

I wasn't thrilled because we caught him, I was thrilled because he was one of the stubborn ones. I'd been able to decipher that when Miles was interrogating him. The Spawn of a roach wouldn't spill any information and at some point, he spat on Miles' shirt.

It was in that moment I smiled. That moment I realized I'd gotten one of the rare ones.

I gained access to an old lab. I had the boys lie him on a bed with his hands and legs strapped. The guy looked like a waiting experiment.

Adrenaline tickled the base of my skull. My black gloves already on, I walked over to my Pain Vault on the table.

Yeah, I came along with it. Had a feeling someone might need to be fixed.

"You don't scare me, Torturer." His voice was like gravel, hitting my back where I checked for my weapons.

If only he knew the ecstatic effect those words had on me.

"I admire that. It means I get to take my time." And heaven knows I wasn't being sarcastic.

I knew his kind. He's been trained to withstand pain. And well, I live for subjects like him.

From my weapons, I settled for a Vein's Eye—like I call it. It was a long pen-like rod with an ultra-fine needle tip, no thicker than a strand of wire. It might be small, but the things it does to the body...

Tonight, was going to be a great one.

"Did you know," I turned to him. "there's a cluster of nerves right here?" I pressed a gloved finger to his hip crease, right where his groin met his thigh. "One wrong touch and your whole leg thinks it's dying."

A tender warmth unfurled in my chest as I slid the needle right into the spot I just described.

The result was immediate. The fucker's leg jerked against the restraints so violently that the bed creaked. His toes curled inward, his muscles seized in a charley-horse of pure suffering.

A smile broke from my lips, not in joy but curiosity.

"Look at it. Your body doesn't know if you're being stabbed or struck by lightning. Depicts how raw this nerve is."

In all of this, the fucker only gave a tight-lipped grunt. No scream. Man, I loved this! People like him gave me the opportunity to really be "The Torturer." If I could have his kind weekly, I'll go to bed every day with a fucking smile.

"Know why I named this Vein's Eye?" I reached for the needle. "It sees what makes the body flinch—" I twirled it slightly, "—and stays there." It shifted by barely a millimeter.

The man's spine arched.

"Fuck you!" Finally, he opened his lips even if it was a growl.

I watched with intrigue as involuntary tears spilled down his cheeks. Leaning forward, I tapped some of it. "That's your femoral nerve crying. Now, let's go hunting for its friend—the ulnar nerve."

I moved to his left arm, tracing along the inner elbow. "People call it the funny bone, but there's nothing funny about what I'm about to do to you."

I followed the last word with a puncture into the nerve. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the symphony of his scream. How unfortunate it didn't last too long.

"Do you know one interesting thing about the human body?" I walked back to my Pain Vault. "It always talks even when the mouth doesn't."

"I don't know anything!" He roared, his breath a ragged thing. "You're just wasting your time on me, asshole!"

I chuckled. "You sound like a man who still thinks this ends quickly. That's adorable."

In the corner, my inner circle watched with grim attentiveness, like students taking lessons. The amusement in their faces could not be missed.

My eyes flashed with more excitement as I pulled out a new weapon.

"Midnight Teeth," I explained to my subject as I returned to his side. "I named her midnight because that's when men usually beg for their mothers. And teeth...well, you'll figure that part out."

He shook his head, his face beady with sweat. "You're sick."

I cracked a smile. "Is that supposed to offend me? Because all I hear is a compliment."

Shaking my head, I clicked my tongue. "Not good enough."

"I think the Blade guy has some issues!" He glared at me like he was angry he was releasing the information. How sad he didn't have a choice. "My boss and his guys... they were pissed before the meeting. Said Blade's delaying the deal or something. They think he's stalling."

Now this was interesting.

Blade and I haven't seen each other in twelve years. After what 'happened,' we parted ways to chase our dreams.

I never asked where he was headed, and he never cared where I landed. What deal did he have going on that warranted him drawing blood in my damn city?

"This is as far as I know," the guy muttered bitterly. "You can go ahead and slice my brain open. You won't see nothing."

My jaw ticked with disappointment. He really didn't give me a reason to hurt him further.

"There's still one thing your brain can be useful for. Some address."

.....

He wrote down the address of his boss' home and I had some men go check it out. But I knew it'd be useless. The coward wouldn't want to go there.

I didn't really have an issue with the men, they haven't been the ones spilling blood in my city. I was only interested in Blade, and one way to do that was by getting the men.

So, I assigned Jett to Katya knowing he'd be easier to track.

My interesting subject met a good end, by the way. That was if you consider a drill in the middle of his head a good end.

......

Arriving Stonebridge, I was exhausted and needed one thing—the company of a certain green-eyes.

Each minute without her had chewed through my nerves like acid.

Now, all I wanted to do was embrace her, kiss her and drown myself in her essence.

Today, her protests wouldn't matter. Nothing would.