I stop slicing. “Keep fucking going or else I will.”
“The leader is Bourne. Leif is second in charge.” He pants with the pain coursing through him and tries like fuck to keep his head up, but fails. He face-plants while his body shudders.
“Bourne who?” I demand, grabbing his hair and pulling his face up. That name is fucking familiar.
“I don’t know his first name, only his last.” He takes a few quick breaths. “Just fucking kill me. I’m done.”
“You’re not done until I say you are. Tell us how they work.”
“All I fucking know is someone called Hagarty was financing them for a while, but now they’ve found someone else. I don’t know who. They have two separate locations they work from. One is where the guys running it work, and the other is where everyone else works. But they change that second location all the time so it’s harder to track them.” His pain becomes too much and he stops talking while he works through it.
I smack his face. “We’re nearly done. Keep talking and then I’ll stop the pain.”
He blows out a few short breaths and gets himself under control. “That’s everything. All I did for them was send updates through their app. Letting them know what the club was up to.”
Hunt steps in and takes his knife from me. I know he’s been holding himself back when all he wants to do is feed his desire for blood, so I let him loose. As he slices into Striker’s back to remove more of the tattoo, I say to Striker, “Hunt’ll keep going if you haven’t told us everything. Is there any more?”
“Fuck!” Striker’s scream pierces the air as he writhes underneath Hunt. “That’s fucking all! Fucking kill me!”
Hunt keeps going for another few minutes while Striker continues screaming.
I pull out my gun and aim it at Striker.
Our eyes meet as I prepare to pull the trigger.
He sends me one last filthy look before I put a bullet in his head.
“Fuck.”
I look at Ransom and Hunt. They’re feeling what I am. Utter fucking betrayal.
“Yeah, fuck,” Ransom says while Hunt remains silent and continues skinning Striker.
Once we’re finished burying him, I say to Ransom, “That address he gave us is Jackal’s club.”
Ransom’s eyes darken. “Yeah. Fury and I talked to him, and I fucking knew he wasn’t telling us something.”
“Bourne is the name we got from one of the Zenith guys who killed Ice. You think Jackal’s Bourne?” Hunt says.
Fuck, that’s why the name is familiar.
I look at him. “Only one way to find out.”
An hour later, we arrive at the club. It’s early in the night, only just past 9:00 p.m., so it’s quiet here.
We enter and make our way to the stairs that lead up to Jackal’s office. His security allows us through. Too fucking easily. When we step in his office, he’s sitting behind his antique desk, smoking a cigar.
“It took you longer than I thought,” he says.
Every one of my senses is alert, but something’s telling me they don’t need to be. “For what?”
“To figure out this is where Zenith’s headquarters were.”
“Were?” Ransom says.
Jackal laughs. “Yes, you’re too late. They’ve moved on.”
“Bullshit,” I say.