No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 36

We all follow Gabriel through the house, until we reach a flight of stairs guarded by two men. They immediately both step aside as we approach, and Gabriel leads us through the corridor until it opens up into a large room.

At the end, a door once again guarded by two men, who nod at Gabriel. One produces a key from his pocket and unlocks the door, pushing it open to reveal Simon handcuffed to a chair in the middle of the room.

I'm surprised by how large the room is, fitting us all in comfortably. Ari nods at me and I pull a chair from a table of tools in front of Simon.

"You remember me?" I grin, smirking as his eyes widen. "I'm Leonardo's granddaughter," I say, my tone silky as his eyes widen further.

"Look Simon," I sigh, "I'm going to make this really simple for you, so everyone can leave clean. Where is he?"

"Where is who?" Simon asks, apparently feeling bold despite his situation.

I groan and send my fist flying into his face, "I fucking hate it when people like you are dumb," I snap, "Where is Leonardo?"

"I-I don't know," he responds, his tone going higher as he shrugs, his chest rising and falling ever so faster.

"Liar," I whisper.

"I've been in prison. I don't know where he is. I was in solitary confinement, and wasn't allowed to send letters, even the nice security guard wouldn't let me," Simon begins to ramble.

"So many unnecessary details Si," Everett tsks, his tone colder than I've heard it in a long time.

"You're a bad liar Simon," Gabriel chuckles.

I hum to myself as I walk over to the table of tools, picking each one up, examining it, before putting it down and moving onto the next.

"What does this do?" I ask innocently, picking up a pair of pliers.

"I'm not sure Ana," Ari smiles, "Why don't you give it a try,"

I grin back at him and return to my seat in front of Simon. "Are you gonna talk?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. He shakes his head and I pout at him, "Is your mouth too full? Having trouble finding what words to say?" I ask, my tone dripping with fake sympathy. "I can help you out there," I say, looking over at the twins who both nod.

Everett grabs Simon's head, tilting it back as Griffon forces Simon's jaw open. "Still don't want to speak?" I ask, smirking as he tries to shake his head.

"Your choice," I shrug, carefully using the pliers to latch onto one of Simon's back teeth, grunting before I pull as hard as I can, pulling his tooth out clean.

I wince as he lets out a blood curdling scream, his hand flying to his mouth as blood gushes down his face.

"What's that? One tooth?" Griffon asks, looking over at Everett. "I believe that's a dollar from the tooth fairy," Everett says, "Anyone have a dollar?" he asks, looking around the room as he pretends to search through his pockets. He sighs and shrugs, "Guess you're getting the next best thing," he says, balling his hand up and slamming it into Simon's already bleeding mouth.

"Fine, fine, I'll talk," Simon screeches, and I'm almost disappointed with how easy that was.

"Pussy," Ari mutters, coming and standing behind me.

"He's hiding out in the Vatican City, I can give you the address," he splutters, coughing up more blood.

"That wasn't too hard, was it?" Everett says in a sympathetic tone, "Why'd you go and force us to pull your tooth out?" he clicks his tongue disapprovingly.