The shackles are tight around my wrists, and there’s not even much room to wiggle them free. They’re bolted in there, and I’m definitely not going to be able to yank them out. I jerk on the chains, hearing them rattle against the cold brick of the wall. There has to be a way out of this, without compromising myself and giving them more information than I want them to have. They don’t even give a shit about the man I killed, or me, just their club. I have my own stuff to deal with, and being stuck down here in their shitty dungeon is fucking with that. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and pissed them off, but it has nothing to do with them. Whatever their issues are, they have nothing to do with me. What pisses me off in this moment is the fact that I might lose to these assholes. Maybe it will end in death for me, or maybe it won’t, but that’s not the thing that makes me mad right now. I have been since I started this mission of vengeance. Then I remember what he said-how foxes don’t survive with wolves.Īnnoyance rises up in me, sharp and acrid. He’s not the type to back down from a fight, and I understand that completely. But for some reason, I felt weirdly… drawn to him. He’s obviously fucking psycho as hell, grinning like a loon while talking about torturing me the same way someone else might talk about sex or having dinner or something. I probably did him a favor by leaving that body there. He’s probably nothing but ashes now, and I bet the big guy liked it. He reeked of smoke and burned flesh, and I spare a second to think about the informant I killed outside their club. I can still smell him on me, and I can remember the heat of his breath on my face. His footsteps echo as he heads back up the stairs to the upper part of the house, leaving me alone in the room in the dark. The big manwith the wild, dark eyes grins one more time and then gets up and strides toward the door.

Kings of chaos eva ashwood