Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)
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“Start talking.” I jerk her head.
“Fuck you!” she screams.
“Fuck me?” I drag her across the concrete floor to the back until I find the bathroom. “Let’s see how long you can hold your breath for…darling.”
Fear appears in the depths of her blue eyes. She sets her jaw.
“I’m going to love breaking you down. Shall we begin?” I show her the dead smile others saw before they died and she begins to fight. I grip the back of her neck and force her over to the toilet. “I hope you have all your shots.” I shove her head in the toilet bowl. Bubbles and gurgling echo in the small room. She thrashes, but I keep her in position… I pull her out. “You ready to talk yet?”
She gasps and grips the sides of the toilet bowl. “Go to hell.”
“I’ll save you a place.” I force her back into the bowl. I slowly count to ten and pull her back out.
Her hair hangs limply in her face and her chest is heaving while black smears streak across her face, along with a cornucopia of other make up shades.
“This could all stop whenever you’re ready.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. You’re too late. Fuse is on his way to get your little bitch, and there’s jackshit you can do to save her. Did you think we wouldn’t know you moved her? We’ve been watching her every move.”
“The fuck happened to you, Trixie?”
“I got old and tired. Fuse offered me what I wanted, or so I thought. But just like you, he only wanted to use me. So, I decided to get even for o
nce.”
“You chose wrong. You know you ain’t coming back from this, right?”
“It’d be a relief,” she snarls.
I shake my head. “This isn’t the 45ers, is it?”
“That was to throw you off our scent. It worked, didn’t it?” She grins like the psychotic bitch she’s become.
I want to be the one to make the light go out in her eyes, but I have no time. There’s no telling how far ahead of me Fuse is. “Get up and walk.” I keep my grip on her hair, careful to keep her in front of me, completely under my control. We reenter the room and I shove her at Stone’s feet. “Trixie’s got a story to tell and I need to catch a plane.”
“To fucking where?” Stone asks.
“Vegas. Fuse is going after Nevada, again.”
“Son of a bitch! Crash, make the calls. I want him in the air in thirty minutes. Call your old lady.”
I feel around for the phone and bring it into my cocoon of covers. “Hello.”
“Nevada.”
The voice pulls me from my slumber instantly. “Wizard? What’s wrong?”
“You’re not safe right now. I need you to get to the club down there and stay put. I’m sending Quick and Nasty to get you, and I’ll be there in another hour or so.”
“Wait, what?” I sit up and bed. “Why are you coming here?” Blind panic slams into me. I can’t see him right now. He needs to stay in San Diego. “What’s going on?”
“We figured out the source of our problems. The loose end is heading your way.”
“Why me?”
“Because it’s Fuse, and he doesn’t take no for an answer.”
The blood drains from my face. “No,” I whisper.