Drake pushes off the wall before kicking him. He goes flying backwards in his chair crushing his own arms that are tied behind him, when Drake kicks him in the face again.
I grab the front of his blood soaked shirt pulling him back up in the chair.
"Why doesn't my Alpha voice work on you?" I ask, curiosity getting to me.
"Kade. Drinking pure vampire blood prevents your commands working, and I have been drinking it for years. You can't get me to tell you shit! Aria's mutt! All high and mighty, like his slag of a mother! You won't get me to speak. They are worth too much, and people are willing to pay whatever we ask. I organized Lucy's sale myself. Yep! She will be shipped off long before you find her" He says a cruel smirk on his face.
Tate and Drake move off the wall looking at me.
"What do you mean sold off?" Tate says, his body trembling with the urge to shift.
"How do you think the hunters' organization pays for all their fancy gadgets? Government funding?" Tim snorts, laughing.
"Those that don't survive the shift, are sold off. The rest are used by the hunters to catch the likes of you, and to build our army"
"Sold off for what?" I ask, disgusted.
"Whatever the buyer wants them for. Lucy however, we kept. A way to keep her mother under control. But once she didn't come back and then, you killed her father, I didn't see the point in keeping her around anymore. So, I auctioned her off"
"Where is she?" I scream, grabbing his throat, my claws tearing into his neck. Tate and Drake ripping me off him.
"You kill him, we don't get answers," Tate says.
"Her buyer should be there to get her next Wednesday. I think that's when I organized her pick up. Bright girl, looks exactly like her mother" He taunts with a sadistic smile on his face.
A growl tearing from me and Brax forces the shift. Tyson also shifting and I thought he was going to attack Tim, when he suddenly attacks me.
"She won't forgive you Brax, if you blow the one chance we have of getting her back," Tyson mind-links.
Tate and Drake got between us while I fought to get control back. Brax lunging at Tim when I feel Tyson's teeth tear through my shoulder. Tate and Drake jumping into action trying to stop Brax.
"Don't you fucking hurt him Brax!" I scream, shoving forward but he pushes me back. Drake is forced to shift as Brax tears into his arm flinging him at the wall. Drake goes for my throat, and I shove forward while Brax fights him off. Pushing on the veil separating us.
"Lucy! Brax, think of fucking Lucy!" I scream. When I feel him shudder, I shove forward, taking control just as Drake's claws slice down my ribs while I shift back.
He drops his head backing up and Tyson shifts puffing and panting. I look at him and give him a nod.
Drake shifts back before getting to his feet, he walks to the table grabbing a knife and walking over to Tim. I stand up just as Drake stabs the knife between his legs and he screams, the knife going into his testicle.
"Where are they?" He growls, twisting the blade.
Tim screams when Drake presses the handle down, slicing his balls off. Blood pouring everywhere, and Tim passes out from the blood loss before he could answer. I see Tyson sway, going pale. Tate grabs him just as he is about to hit the floor.
"He lasted longer than I thought," Tate says.
"Put him to bed. Drake, help me string Tim up," I tell him.
Tate carries my limp brother out of the basement.
I untie him and Drake grabs the chains before I grab a hook.
"Hold his wrists together," I tell him, when Drake is done chucking the chain over the beam.
He holds his wrists together while I shove the hook through both wrists, hear his bones snapping and trying to heal around the hook. I then hook the other end to the chain. Drake starts pulling before hooking the chain to the wall once he was hanging upright, his head hanging limply forward.
It takes a while for him to wake as his wolf heals him.
He groans, lifting his head and looking around disoriented. Tim looks up at his hands before thrashing.
"Last chance to speak before I skin you alive. Starting, with this," I tell him, tapping the knife on his dick. Drake tosses me some gloves.
"Better glove up. God knows where he's been."
Tim thrashes as he watches me put the gloves on.
"Never felt the need to do a circumcision. But, you I am willing to give it a shot. My guinea pig, if you will"
"I was lying! I was lying!" he screams when I grab his flaccid cock.
"Lying about what?" I ask, pressing the blade to the base of his cock.
"About Lucy! She hasn't been sold!"
"But you have been selling them?" I ask, slicing his skin.
"Yes! The teenagers, mainly as bodyguards for the rich. Trained right they obey, most are looked after"
"Mainly, so not all?" I ask slicing all the way around, a nice clean cut, he screams before panting. His skin slowly healing.
"Not all. We aren't sure of their intentions, but we don't care as long as they pay. Danika came up with the idea when we started running out of funds," he says. His words anger me, my first mate would sell off kids.
"What do you know of Danika?"
"I know you fucking killed my wife! I loved her and you fucking killed her! Your own mate, you sick bastard!" he screams.
"I do have regrets about Danika…. I regret I didn't kill her slower," I tell him, slicing a fresh circle around the base.
"I think this would be more suitable." Drake says, handing me the blowtorch. He clicks the trigger, blue flame coming out the end. I hand him the knife while taking the blowtorch.
Tim's eyes on the flame. "Everyone breaks, you won't be any different," I tell him.