Blade was there in a flash. His fist connected with the man’s torso, making him swing in the air. He grunted and gasped for air as he swung in circles.
“I know that has to hurt your shoulders,” Snoe said calmly.
The man said nothing as he swung back and forth. Blade stopped his momentum and got in his face.
“You will watch how you speak to him,” Blade warned.
The man said nothing, and Snoe didn’t blame him. Blade had this killer look in his eyes that made people wary of him. Blade stepped to the side, and Snoe stepped forward once more.
“There are seven of them, and I can tell you right now they all want a chance of hurting you, but they won’t, all because of me,” Snoe said.
The man stared at Snoe. “Mr. Whyte.”
“Yes, nice to meet you, although I can’t really say it’s nice since you’re here to kill me. Care to tell me why you want me dead?”
The man said nothing, and Snoe waited; he could be patient. But as time ticked by and the man continued to hold his silence, Snoe knew that he must always be the monster. He’d come to terms with it way back at the beginning of his plan, but sometimes he thought just maybe he wouldn’t have to be.
“Go ahead, Wolly,” Snoe said.
Wolly was a flurry of movements. He moved too fast for Snoe’s eyes to catch, but by the shouts and the splatter of blood, Snoe knew Wolly was causing damage. The coppery smell filled the room, accompanied by the smell of the trash that littered the abandoned warehouse.
“Okay,” Snoe said.
Wolly stopped instantly. His purple hair flopped into his eyes, and he pushed it back with his bloody hand. At some point, Snoe’s brain must have warped because at that moment he thought Wolly looked sexy as fuck covered in blood, grinning from ear to ear, proud of the amount of blood he’d spilled.
Blood dripped on the floor, and the man’s head was cast down, his chest rising with every shaky breath. Good, he’s still alive.
“Let him down,” Snow said.
Wolly grumbled but did as Snoe asked. The man dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Snoe used his foot and pushed the man onto his back.
“Are you ready to talk now?”
He opened one eye and looked up at Snoe.
“You always let them do your dirty work?” the man asked.
Snoe squatted down and got into the man’s face. “Anything and everything they do is because of me. So yes, they do my dirty work, and they do it so well. Don’t you agree?”
For the first time, fear showed in the man’s eyes. It was brief, but Snoe had seen it, nonetheless.
“Now, about who’s after me.”
“Fuck off, I don’t talk to the dead,” the man said.
Snoe didn’t get to react. Gunner was there, and all Snoe saw was his foot after he sent the man flying into a pile of trash.
Snoe stood and grabbed hold of Gunner’s arm before he could go finish the man off. Snoe still needed answers and sitting around waiting for someone else to attempt to kill him was the last thing he wanted to do.
Gunner turned to him like a rabid dog, fierce anger on his face. It was the demon nature to seek destruction and blood, and Snoe never faulted them for it. Relished in it even, but they were his alone, and he was their master. Snoe moved slowly until he laid his head against Gunner’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Snoe flattened his palm against Gunner’s abdomen, feeling the outline of his abs as he slowly moved his hand.
Gunner was way too far into his anger to hear words, even from Snoe. But luckily Snoe knew another way to get to the man. Snoe was never afraid Gunner or any of them would hurt him. It was just unfathomable.
He was unconcerned with time or anyone around him. Not even the man who was groaning in pain a few feet away. Snoe slipped his fingers past the waistband of Gunner’s jeans. His fingers brushed against Gunner’s soft cock, which was quickly changing just by Snoe being so close and touching him. Snoe loved that all of his men wanted him. Snoe wrapped his hand around the thick length, and Gunner, still sporting a scowl, grunted above him. Gunner’s shoulders lowered, and his heartbeat smoothed out.
“We need him alive for answers,” Snoe said.
“He’s a piece of shit that deserves to die,” Gunner growled out.
Snow tsked and shoved his hand further down Gunner’s pants until he cupped his balls. Snow didn’t hesitate as he tightened his fist around the soft, hairy flesh.
Gunner let out a gut-wrenching groan, and his cock jumped against Snoe’s arm, getting fully hard. Gunner’s hands stayed to his side, letting Snoe do whatever he pleased. Snoe looked into Gunner’s eyes.
“I need you to do this for me, okay?”
Gunner nodded, and Snoe let his balls go. He stroked Gunner’s thick cock once more before taking his hand completely out of his pants. He turned back and looked over at the man in the trash. It would be so much easier if he just talked.
“I knew I should have kicked him,” Wolly grumbled.
Snoe ignored him.
“I wonder what kind of treat I would have gotten?” Joker asked.
Of course, they thought it was a reward. Snoe shook his head as he made his way over to the man.
“Still alive?” Snoe asked.
The man wheezed out a breath. “Unfortunately.”
“So are you ready to talk, or do we have to keep playing this game?” Snoe asked.
There was no resounding no, so Snoe asked again.
“Who sent you?”
The man groaned but didn’t answer Snoe’s question. Blade was quick and lethal as he grabbed the man by the balls and squeezed hard enough the man screamed such a high-pitched noise Snoe’s eardrums hurt.
“He asked you a question. If he has to repeat it, I will tear them off,” Blade said coolly.
The man either believed him, which was smart, or the pain from his balls was so severe he was willing to instantly roll on his employer.
“There is a hit out on Mr. Whyte. Anyone who can return with his heart gets thirty million,” he wheezed out. He groaned in pain. “Now fucking let my balls go.”
Snoe snickered under his breath.
Blade shrugged and let the man go. “It worked for you. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. Punching him wasn’t working.”
Snoe shook his head, but he had to admit the results proved themselves effective. Although in Gunner’s situation, he’d enjoyed it, but the man groveling on the ground—not so much.
“It should have been more money; lack of information about you having damn demon wolf guards was known,” the man blurted out.
Thirty million. A steep price for his head.
“Who put the hit out for me?” Snoe asked.
The man didn’t answer fast enough, and Blade was back, holding his balls in his hand. The muscle in Blade’s arm flexed as he squeezed down harder. That man’s balls would never be the same.
A shrill scream echoed around the building, and Snoe covered his ears.
“No… one… knows,” the man got out.
“Okay, then how do I get it to go away?” Snoe asked.
“You have to die,” the man rushed out.
All of his men growled.
“That’s not going to work for me,” Snoe said.
“Guess you won’t be needing these anymore,” Blade said.