Moonstruck (Necessary Evils, #3)

by Onley James

“I’m not gay,” Atticus managed, sounding unsure even to himself. The stranger grinned, and Atticus’s stomach did somersaults. “Yeah, but you’re not straight either, are you?” “I’m a psychopath,” Atticus blurted. The stranger leaned forward, his whisper conspiratorial. “I’m a Scorpio. I still like banging dudes.”

“You’re wasting your time trying to be nice,” Atticus said, reaching down to pick up the cordless drill. “Use this to pop one of his kneecaps off and he’ll either die or tell you what you need to know.” Jericho rose from where he sat, taking the drill from Atticus, pushing the button down and watching it roar to life. “I’ve never used one of these on a knee before.” “Feel for the softest part on the sides of the kneecap. Then you want to go in at a fifteen to forty-five degree angle, ensuring it will tear through the meniscus, the popliteal tendon, and the cruciate ligament. In addition to hobbling him, it’s going to make him wish you’d just hacked his leg off above the knee.” Jericho leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss. “Thanks, Freckles.” He turned back to Bryan. “What do you say? If you’re not going to talk anyway, let’s play a little game of operation. Think I can avoid hitting any bones or major arteries?” “If you go too slowly, he might go into cardiac arrest from the pain,” Atticus warned, bored. “Huh,” Jericho mused. “Hear that, Bryan? Think you’ll be lucky to just have a heart attack and die before I lose interest in torturing you to death?”