Page 40 of Unspoken Lies

“An executioner’s job is never over, it sounds like,” Jared says, clicking the key fob to find her car. Elijah makes a face as Jared jogs off to it and we get into the car.

“You’re a menace on the roads, Lili,” he says.

“Only for those who jaywalk,” she retorts.

Fucking wonderful. This drive will be fantastic.

LILIANA

Blood drips down the drain in continuous succession. It’s a familiar sound, one that makes me happy in a grim way. I’m a killer, this is what I do best, the only thing I’ll ever be now.

For people who swear they’re reformed killers, the Broken Brothers Enterprise, as they call themselves, sure have a lot of fun toys. In my hand is an electrical wand that I suppose could be used for sexy time, but I have it turned up too high to use it as anything other than a torture device. Before this, I pulled every single piece of information about his life that I could with a knife and a sledgehammer.

This is the best type of therapy a girl can have.

“Are you hiding any other secrets, Lincoln?” I ask with a purr. The guys are quiet, handing me something new when I need it.

The man hanging from chains in front of me has a broken nose, ten broken fingers, two swollen eyes, and a broken knee cap. There are knife cuts all over his body, and I peeled away the skin from his upper thigh while threatening to cut off his dick. I think he confessed pushing his four year-old sister down the stairs when they were younger all the way to how many women he’s raped.

Twelve. I was supposed to be lucky number thirteen. Lucky indeed.

“No, no I swear it,” he whimpers.

“Just to be clear, do you text or callel Tigre?” I ask. If I can use his phone to get in contact, then that would be easier.

Otherwise, I’ll start asking around for him until he gets paranoid and tries to kill me. There’s more than one way to skin a cat, and he’s a very big feline.

“Text, always,” Lincoln gasps. “His number is saved in my phone under Boss Man. Ah, fuck.”

“That’s cute,” I croon, pushing the rod’s prongs into his skin. At some point, if you interrogate and torture someone well enough, they’ll start to slip up and tell you things they don’t want you to know.

Lincoln Tithers is a dead man walking either way. He was good enough to give up his surname earlier.

“Tell me more about the ‘boss man’,” I insist, lifting the rod from his skin. Putting it aside, I pick up a device that will cut off his fingers at the bone. “We can do this the easy or difficult way.”

“Please, tell us the easy way,” Theo says with a smirk, watching me closely.

“I’ll slit his throat at the end of this and walk away,” I reply. “The hard way involves his balls and some fire. I hate loud screams, but it could be worth it. What do you think, Theo?”

“I wonder how long he’ll live if his balls were burned off, and how long it’ll be until the rest of his skin caught on fire,” he muses, playing along.

Lincoln is naked outside of his boxers, but only because I didn’t want to see his dick.

“Your choice,” I say in a sing-song creepy as fuck voice that makes Elijah shiver.

Just because he’s the worst of them with his selfishness and arrogance, doesn’t mean he’s not also sensitive. Knowing these boys all their lives isn’t a good thing.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket, and I sigh in annoyance. There aren’t many people with my phone number, and Maurice doesn’t make a point of using it. I wonder what my father or Mr. Emil wants.

Sighing, I put the finger cutters to the side and pull my phone out of my pocket. My hands are curiously clean in the black gloves Theo gave me for everything I’ve done, a testament that I don’t get my hands dirty until the end. Even my clothes are mostly clean.

Glancing at my phone, I wince, wondering what Mr. Emil wants.

“Hello, sir,” I greet him, tucking my phone between my cheek and my shoulder. Fuck, I really wish I had my earbuds, but they’re in my SUV. “How can I help you?”

“That’s a very blase question when you’re in enemy territory, Lili,”he replies. “Your father told me about the drugging. Why aren’t you home?”

Fucking tracker. Picking up the finger cutting device, I decide to speed this up. Moving it to Lincoln’s index finger on his right hand, I snip off just the tip. His scream makes me giggle, and I ignore Mr. Emil so I can enjoy it for a moment.