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He swiped at Brogan’s arm, and the blade actually managed to skim the material of the black shirt he wore. The long sleeve covered his arm to the wrist, the protective weave of the material holding out against the glancing brush of the blade.
Do
Brogan gri
This was fun and all, but he was getting bored. Do
Besides, Brogan wanted to get at least a few hours’ sleep tonight. If he kept fucking around with this little weasel, then there was no way he would have time for it.
Brogan waited.
When Do
Do
Before he could struggle or attempt to get away, Brogan thrust his arm behind his back and laid the razor-sharp blade at Do
“I like the sight of blood, too,” Brogan rasped, his voice well disguised by the electronic box secured at his throat. “Tonight I want your blood.”
“Please don’t. Oh, God, please don’t hurt him!” Sandi cried out, real tears filling her voice and falling from her eyes.
Hell, she might really love the bastard, Brogan thought as she sobbed out Do
“Muzzle that shit,” he ordered Eli as he stroked the knife against Do
Glancing in the mirror across the room, he saw Do
Rage burned in Do
“Shall I have him slice her throat, or do I slice yours?” Brogan asked softly at Do
Do
The regret, the seeming apology as he stared back at his lover was all a dead giveaway that Do
Sandi was shaking her head desperately, sobbing through the tape, no doubt certain she was going to die.
“Answer me, Do
Tears fell from Do
“Me,” he answered.
Sandi’s chair almost tipped over before Eli could catch it as hysteria overtook her.
“I don’t think I heard you, Do
Do
“Me,” Do
Sandi bent forward, sobbing, screaming through the tape, jerking hysterically against the ropes that held her as jagged cries tore from her chest.
Brogan looked at Eli, the other man’s eyes reflecting the same shock Brogan felt. Sandi was protesting so hysterically Eli actually had to hold the chair in place.
“You’re going to sacrifice yourself for her?” Brogan asked in mocking disbelief. “Why? She’s not faithful. She whores around on you—”
“Don’t call her that,” Do
Hell, they loved each other.
“Tell me why,” Brogan demanded again.
“Because I’ll die anyway if you kill her,” he stated, confusing Brogan with his suddenly calm demeanor. “I couldn’t live without her.”
“So you risk her life thieving? You pimp her out and keep her in harm’s way here while committing treason?” he probed while he had the chance. “That’s not love, Do
“I love her.” It wasn’t a protest or an argument. It was a statement. Then he frowned, confused. “I ain’t no traitor, man.”
“So you love the woman you let other men screw for money?” Brogan ignored the protest.
“I love her,” Do
“You endanger her in whatever moneymaking schemes you can come up with. That’s not love.”
“I love her.”
Brogan whispered the next accusation sneeringly. “You use her; you don’t want to die for her.”
“I love her.” Do
Son of a bitch, go figure.
“Do
“What?” He sniffed, swallowing tightly.
“Do you want to live another day with the woman you love?”
Do
“Then listen to me carefully.” Brogan hardened his voice. “If either of you, at any time—tomorrow, next week, next year, fucking next lifetime,” he snarled, “should verbally or physically or through someone else strike out at Eve Mackay again, I won’t give you a choice; I’ll just come after your woman.”
Do
“If you so much as breathe Eve’s air, brush against her, or even think to insult her, her family, her friends, hell, her fucking enemies, then I’ll come after your lover. When I do, I’ll make what happened to those rabbits seem humane. You read me, asshole?”
“I hear.” He snarled as Brogan nicked his neck with the blade.
“If Eve Mackay or Brogan Campbell learns anyone was here tonight, learns you were threatened in any way, coerced to act decent, then I’ll come for her,” he whispered insidiously. “And if I hear so much as a breath that you have information concerning thieves and traitors and didn’t tell me, then I’m coming after her. Read me.”
“I hear you.” Do
“If I find out you heard any of the above and you didn’t contact me, I’ll bathe in her blood. You got it?”
“How?” Do
“You left your cell phone in the kitchen,” Brogan reminded him. “There’s a new number in it. Now I’ll ask you one more time: Do you know anything?”
Do
“Wait. Wait,” Do
Eli lifted the knife marginally from Sandi’s throat—just enough that it wasn’t touching her skin.
“Come on, Do
“The thieves are part of the touring club,” he revealed. “Some say it’s Brogan Campbell.”
“Is it?” Brogan asked.
Fear flickered in Do
“The Freedom League?” Brogan asked, his gaze flickering to Eli. This was the first they had heard this.
“Yeah, that Freedom League.” Do
Luck was with him tonight, Brogan thought. He’d never imagined that coming here to beat the shit out of the little bastard over some rabbits would end up with information on the very investigation he’d been working for two and a half years now.
“You know something else, Do
He could see it in the other man’s eyes every time his gaze met his lover’s.
“Just talk, that’s all,” Do