“All right, you f*****g bastard, talk!” A rough hand shook Rurik in the chair he was tied to. Rurik could feel the tranquilizer leaving his system. If he could delay whatever t*****e they intended just a few minutes longer, he might be able to break his bonds and then…
“You want me to talk?” he replied with a grin. “What shall we talk about? How about the cowardice of the Brotherhood? You seem well acquainted with it.”
The man who’d shaken him c****d a fist, but the door opened and a second man entered. This was the one Rurik recognized—Damien MacQueen. The younger man resembled him so much that he had to be Jason. Charlotte’s brothers.
“Stand down, Jason.”
“Let me do this,” Jason insisted. “Just one little punch.”
“I would barely feel it.” Rurik chuckled, flexing his hands against th
