Ruin (Rhodes #1) by Rina Kent

                             Thankfully, this time it’s the first.

                             The fumed glass reveals a bulky man strapped to a metallic chair in the interrogation room. Unconscious, his head lolls down to his chest. Although a few blond strands fall to his chest, I can’t mistake that face.

                             Crow.

                             A member of Team Zero and our former instructor in The Pit.

                             “Where did you find him?” I ask.

                             “He found me.” Tristan’s voice is amused. “He’s the one Hades sent for my head.”

                             I laugh, my fingers twitching to grab the knife in my waistband.

                             This will be interesting.

                             Although it’s still odd that the mighty Crow allowed himself to be caught. No matter how strong Tristan’s chain of Intel is.

                             My cousin reaches for one of the plastic coats in the locker. “I’ll go first.”

                             I block his way. “I thought this was my surprise. Why do you have to unwrap it with me?”

                             “It’s our revenge, too, Aaron.” Tristan slips on the gloves and cracks the muscles in his neck. “We also get to play with the bastards who played with us.”

                             Damn. Why do I co-habit with killers?

                             Dylan unbuttons his jacket and sits on one of three metallic chairs, crossing his legs on the ankles. “The two of you can do whatever you want, but killing him is mine.”

                             Tristan opens the door of the observation room that looks onto the interrogation part. I pull a chair and sit next to Dylan. My demons crowd the remaining space, taking notes until it’s their time to extract blood.

                             My cousin punches Crow. The blow almost knocks the chair backwards. Crow shakes his head before studying his surroundings. He smiles at Tristan, his bloodied teeth prominent in the room’s blinding whiteness.

                             “You always had a good punch, 110.”

                             My cousin’s upper lip twitches at his assassin identification code. He strides to the corner of the room, where lays a table of torture equipment. After picking up a few screwdrivers, he goes back to Crow.

                             “Oh, I’m scared,” Crow mocks, eyes glinting with anything but fear. “I’m terrified, please don’t hurt me, 110.”

                             Tristan jabs the screwdriver into Crow’s arm until it comes out from the other side, earning a jerk. “I won’t ask you twice. What’s Hades’ identity and why did he send you to take us nineteen years ago?”

                             Crow’s expression remains unfazed. “The mystery kills you, doesn’t it? I wonder why only the three of you were spared. Don’t you feel fucking worthless for being alive while your entire family had to vanish?”

                             Crow is provoking. On purpose. Does he have a death wish or something?

                             “You’re a dead man.” Tristan’s voice is low, threatening to spill hell over. “You can protect them all you want, but you won’t save them from us.”