Page 40 of Sadistic Retribution

Synn gapes, eyes wide. His father grinds his teeth, fire in his eyes. “You little shit!” He slaps me too, so hard it throws me off balance. I stand my ground, though.

“Don’t touch him again, Sir.” I look him right in the eyes.

“Your father will hear of this,” he says, turning on his heel to walk back inside the house.

Synn just stares at me for a moment. “I can’t believe you did that. For me.”

“You are my brother. Anything, anytime. I've got your six.”

“I’m tired of looking for this whore. Where the fuck is she?” Synn seethes, as we stalk the lesser courtyard. We've looked everywhere. Every building, even the front of the damn forest.

“There she is!” I holler and point when I see Destiny, standing with her posse by the benches.

Wemarch over to them.

“Get rid of the squad,” Synn orders. “Now.”

Destiny sighs dramatically. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up.” The girls take off, and she gets an attitude, crossing her arms over her chest, and tapping her foot. “What do you want?”

“Information. We know you know something about Fiasca, and the Morgue,” I tell her.

She scoffs. “I’m not telling you anything. But you...” She bats her eyes at Synn. “Make it worth my while.”

He grabs her by her collar, dragging her forward. “You will listen, you cunt. It's not a request.” Synn is barely hanging onto his rage.

She just laughs. “Please—as if you’d really hurt me. Besides, what would be in it for me?”

I lose my shit. I shove her backwards; Synn letting go of her collar, until the backs of her knees hit the bench. I lift her up by her neck, dangling her over the attached picnic table. “I have no problem fucking you up!”

She actually rolls her eyes... little bitch. I drop her, and she tumbles onto the bench. I get eye-to-eye with her, then haul back, and punch her in the eye. I really want to see this bitch sport one again.

“Synn!” she whines, trying to hide the wince of pain. The bitch is used to taking punches from us by now. “Are you going to let him get away with that?”

He raises a brow and just laughs. “He can do whatever he wants. Like I give a fuck.”

“If you want to know what I know, it will cost you. A lot!”

“Fuck’s sake!” I grab her and drag her off the bench. “Come on.” I start dragging her back toward the cover of the trees, Synn following.

I shove her backwards into a tree. “Talk!”

“If you want me to say one word—this is what I want. Synn, start acting like my damn fiancé. You WILL publicly acknowledge me as such, and show me affection. And you willNOT fight the engagement, and marry me without argument. And fuck me when I want!”

He starts cracking up laughing. “This better be Grade A information, Des. If not, not only will there be no deal, I’ll put your ass in the hospital.”

She sniffs loudly. “Do you agree, or not?”

I look at him, shaking my head. He just looks back at her. “Yes.”

Destiny flashes a brilliant smile, happy to be getting what she wants. "Okay, I don’t know anything concrete about Phoenyxx. I do know the Morgue does exist. I've heard the Director talk about it more than once. I don’t know where it’s at. They do experiments down there. I don’t know what happens to the people there, but it can’t be good.”

What the fuck? “What else?” I question.

“There are tunnels through the property. From what I’ve overheard, the Morgue is connected to the tunnels somehow.” She thinks for a minute. “I’ve heard the Director and the scowl-y nurse speak about Patient 11. They seem to be sure of their success with them. I think the patient is Phoenyxx.”

“Fuck,” Synn breathes out, running a hand through his still black hair. He never changed it back to blue after his suicide attempt. “We have to find this fucking place. Pazessca needs us.”

“Pazessca?” Destiny screeches loudly, making me wince. “The only name I want to hear out of your mouth from now on is mine!”