Free Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) by Xavier Neal Page B

it. “I had Eve bring me something special.”
                 
    Tempted to look away, to look anywhere else, I dig my fingernails into my arm and look straight on.
                 
    I have to give him what he expects or risk being next.
                 
    “This,” he begins by holding up the small vial of clear liquid. “Well this little beauty is very dangerous. See, it's going to paralyze your body from moving while enhancing your sensitivity to pain. Basically a prick which might not even register to you is going to feel like someone is stabbing you with a katana.”
                 
    The man begs, “Please...”
                 
    “I wasn't finished,” The Devil snaps. “After your pain sensors have been heightened to the max your organs will begin to shut down within the next couple of hours. One...by...one...until you're dead on this hook like the worm you are.” Aggressively he grabs the man's face. “And you're a fucking worm. A useless maggot Cash.” The Devil spits in his face. “Now tell me who the fuck is selling out my men left and right!”
                 
    Cash begins to blubber like a man at the end of his rope. A man with his life flashing before his eyes. A man who knows no matter what he does or does not say, it's not going to matter. He's going to die.
                 
    “You're one of the only pieces of shit left they haven't come for. I find that fucking convenient. A little suspicious.”
                 
    “The McCoys...”
                 
    “Haven't stepped foot in or out of that building since this shit started to happen,” he announces. “We've reviewed the footage. All the angles, inside and out. No one has seen them anywhere near the building. They aren't narking me out, but someone is.” The Devil grabs the needle and begins to fill it. “You know what I call this little mixture Eve made me?” With a sadistic smirk he looks over his shoulder. “Do you remember?”
                 
    I dig my nails into my flesh tighter. The rest of my body remains still.
                 
    “Hail Mary,” he hums proudly tossing the empty vial back into the case. “Because that's the only fucking chance you have at escaping.” The Devil doesn't wait for Cash to say anything else before jamming the shot in the man's neck and injecting all the poison.
                 
    There's a sharp cry from the man before The Devil tosses the needle the same way he did the vial. Sharply he turns and begins to walk away while the muscle that wasn't holding the case returns to torturing the man.
                 
    Closer to me, The Devil adjusts his cuffs. Looking at his assistant, who I had no idea arrived on the other side of Omar, he questions, “Is this blood on my cuff?”
                 
    Vicki, his assistant for so many things, leans forward. “Yes.”
                 
    He drops his head backwards. “I hate trying to get blood stains out of my clothes.” The moment he lifts his face back up, he cocks a smile. “I think I want a giraffe...” He pauses briefly before nodding. “I'm gonna get one. Eve, is there anything you need for Eden.”
                 
    Barely audible I answer, “No.”
                 
    He smiles widely as he takes the cigar from Vicki, his attention now wrapped around her instead of me. “You think it'll be expensive?”
                 
    Her reply is lost upon me while I stare forward as my only purpose in his life settles in the veins of a potentially innocent man.
                 
    How do I live with myself? Honestly? I wonder the same thing most days. And if I'm being completely truthful, I'm not sure how much longer I can.
     

Drew
     
                 
    You know what I hate about clay? No matter how much I try to get this shit off my body it finds