Vengeance Road (Torpedo Ink #2) by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan [Feehan, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Women, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9780451490155
Google: IQ1aDwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B07CWDZKTY
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2019-01-29T08:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

Bruiser was a screamer. He was the one Steele was certain was going to break first. Dart’s eyes were all over the place, but he was fairly stoic. That wouldn’t last. Steele was far too good at his job. He had begun to study anatomy and the human body when his trainers had first discovered that he was exceptional when it came to healing. It hadn’t bought him any favors. Not one.

His training as a killer had begun when he was four years old. He had been given to both male and female pedophiles at the same age. He was beaten and brutalized. He was raped and tortured. At seven his sexual training began, mostly to please women. Then men. Then they discovered he retained all information and was good at healing. He’d been given to his first doctor, a close friend of Sorbacov, who shared him. The man happened to have a problem he couldn’t solve, and Steele had solved it for him. At seven.

After that, the doctor was a regular who wanted to talk as much as he wanted to fuck up a child. He was the first to educate him as a doctor. By ten he had outgrown the doctor and needed someone with more knowledge. At his friend’s request, Sorbacov shared him with another doctor.

Through it all, Steele continued to learn how to kill. He mastered weapons and hand-to-hand combat. He was good with poisons because he retained any information given to him. He knew what common household cleaners would cause the most pain when he poured them down throats or splashed them on skin. They were in a warehouse used essentially as a torture house for interrogation and that meant, with all the tools and car shit around, he had easy access to even worse chemicals.

He knew where, on the human body, he could inflict the most pain and still keep someone alive. He had no problems visiting that on either of the two men. Bruiser had made the mistake of taunting him, just as he knew the idiot would. They were so predictable. Screams didn’t bother him. He barely paid attention to the sounds, just enough to hear breaking points. If it wasn’t there, and no questions were answered, he took it up a notch. If they were at a breaking point, he took it down.

“This isn’t going to stop for you. I can keep it up all night, all day and all week. I don’t give a shit. If I get tired, which I doubt, one of the brothers will take over while I lie right there and take a nap.” He indicated the long table where a carburetor had been laid out. “Paid two weeks on the place.”

His tone never changed. It wouldn’t. His pulse wouldn’t change either. He’d buried his emotions deep. These men were part of the club that had taken his two-year-old son. He’d kill them all, one by one, until he got his boy back. That would start next if they couldn’t get to Bridges.

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