Chapter 85

“Let’s show this asshole what we think of his kind,” Pete directed his goons. He had Nathan’s ankle blade in his hand.

Double shit.Nathan knew he was in real trouble with no back up. He was having a hard time seeing. One of the blows to his face had opened up a cut over his right eye and blood was running into it and down the side of his face. He still felt weak and disoriented from whatever he’d been roofied with.

Nathan was able to focus and concentrate on his knife, though. He knew better than anyone how sharp it was. He watched as Pete lowered the blade down his body and cut off the button to his jeans. Nathan swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He felt Pete’s hand slide in to hold his waistband as the blade slid in and sliced up beside where his zipper was. The blade nicked his belly as it slid through the waistband, then Nathan felt his ruined jeans fall to the floor around his ankles