"We will face the welcoming party and annihilate them, my kitten." His cocky smirk made trust his judgent.
"And what about Cienna?" I asked him, knowing full well that it would be the end of her.
"I would have let you have her all to yourself, but I plan on showing you how we do things here. Do you think you will be up to join a few of us in a party where we will torture information out of our dear friend?" His hands combed through his hair as the smug grin permanently plastered itself on his face.
"That's a stupid question to ask," I faked a huff.
"If you behave like a good little girl, I might let you have a little fun yourself, my kitten," he whispered into my ears as he passed .
"I'll try my best to et your expectations, sir," I gave him a wink as he gave one last look before he opened the lock.
"I know you will," he said and then left the room.
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"Let's go over the list. We have locked all the windows and doors and put on all the alarms. We have packed ourselves two days worth clothes and food that will keep us fed for two weeks, and we have kept Cienna in that cottage of yours?"
"Tied and gagged," he added with a smug smile. We had dragged Cienna by her hair, literally, and had dumped her in a cottage Michael owned (yes, he demanded that I call him that in private. Why? I am yet to find out) and had made the right decision of soundproofing for torture purposes. I had peeked inside the place and was rather surprised at how well furnished the place was... for torturing people, of course. But they had also incorporated a huge refrigerator, keeping in mind that so people talked later than others and the procedure could take over weeks of torturing before all the information could be found out.
The refrigerator had stocks of all sorts of food and beverages. It also had a stock of so peculiar acid that Michael assured didn't kill but made people want to die when poured over their skin. I had given him a pointed look when he had asked if I wanted to see if it worked or not. He was satisfied with my answer, to say the least.
It was a fun picnic for us; not for Cienna, obviously. She pled through her gag, which was soaked with saliva by the ti that we reached the basent and strapped her to a horizontal bed that looked uncannily like ones used in an operation theatre.
Upon asking, Michael laughed and told that Edward had done him a favor and not asked him what he needed an operating table for. I was slightly horrified that the older man had given sothing so precious and healing to a man who would use it to hurt others. It was ironic, really and Michael knew it. He had a twisted sense of humor; just the kind I liked.
"I'd fall in love with you if you were not such an arrogant ass, Michael." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Because I can tie people up?" he chuckled. "Baby, you'd fall in love with despite my assholery," he gloated.
"You are a cocky bastard." And I raised my brow at him to challenge him into cracking the joke that I knew was hanging off the tip of his tongue. "Don't you dare," I warned. He narrowed his eyes at , but I could see the mirth in them.
"Are you sure you want to keep my mouth shut, kitten? I promise that my mouth will please you," he licked his lips as he spoke.
"You'd need to shut your mouth for a few monts to please , Michael." He sighed and stroked his hand over his heart, mocking .
"You wound , woman." He laughed. "If we co back alive and slaughter those pansies Darcy has waiting for us, I promise I'll show you how good I am with my mouth." I think my breath caught in my throat. He was a sassy bastard, but I hadn't expected him to make a pass at while he was talking about killing people. To be honest, it turned on, imnsely.
"Maybe, I'll let you. But believe , you'll have to kick lots of ass to even co close..." I winked at him and then went over to the passenger side of the car. "You drive," I said and then threw the key at him, which he caught graciously.
Hot.
He smirked and then caught on. He jogged towards the car and entered it with ease, and I shortly followed after.
"Are you ready to drive over to Syracuse, my kitten?" I peered at him from the corner of my eyes and chuckled. He looked as eager as a child during Christmas.
"You are just itching for so action, aren't you?" He tipped his head to a side.
"You have no idea," he confessed. We laughed together and enjoyed the ride.
It was going to be an interesting mission; I knew it the mont we started. No one would co back the way they were before.
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