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“You son of a bitch.” She kicks, bucks, and yanks at her arms.
I move off her, glancing down to admire my handiwork. “There. That’s better.” I tower above her to watch the show. “Throw a tantrum, by all means, but you ain’t going anywhere until I have what I want.”
She shouts in frustration, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Fuck you.”
I quirk a brow. “Been there, done that. I don’t plan on being a repeat offender.”
“I swear to God, Decker, Cole will make sure your body is never found.”
I shrug. “I know. That’s the beauty of this—I have nothing left to lose. My fate is already set. But I can make sure I take a few souls with me on my trip to hell.”
Her rampant breathing increases.
“You’re not the naive i
She holds my stare. “I’ve told you, and I’ll keep telling you—I had no idea you were a lying piece of shit. The story about my father was a test. I thought you’d keep your mouth shut.”
I lean forward, my elbows on my knees as I bring our faces close. I watch her for long moments, staring into those eyes, reading her expression. “Such a pretty little liar,” I murmur. “I always knew you were the best weapon in your brother’s arsenal.”
“If you’re right, then why isn’t he here?” She cocks a brow in defiance. “If this was all an elaborate scheme to set you up, why am I strapped to a chair while you hold me hostage?”
She fractures my thought process. But only momentarily. “Because you didn’t tell him about the lie. You deviated from the plan. Then your phone ran out of battery, and now you’re stuck trying to clean up the mess.”
“Even so, if I organized something with my brother, he would’ve had men watching us the entire time. You never would’ve been able to drag me out here. They would’ve been all over you. You know that.”
I sit up straight, trying to sort the truth from the deception. What aren’t I seeing? What have I missed?
“There was no plan, Sebastian. I didn’t know you were the informant. I didn’t even suspect you.”
I run a hand over my mouth, thinking, thinking, thinking. She’s manipulating me again. She’s working a new strategy, and I’ve got no fucking clue what it is. But I have no intention of succumbing.
“Let’s switch topics for a moment.” I cock my head to the side, studying her. “Tell me, do you know what your uncle was doing the night he got splattered over the front of that SUV?”
Her eyes flare with awareness. With knowledge.
“You do know,” I taunt. “I can see it on your face.”
“He was at a whorehouse. So what?”
“Is that what you call it? A whorehouse?” I laugh, the sound bitter. Her ability to fuck me while deceiving me makes far more sense now. “You know, I watched you for a long time. I seriously thought I knew it all, and I’m ashamed to admit I was wrong.”
I gently grab her chin, flaunting my control. “I know better now. You’re just like your uncle, aren’t you? You’ve got the same filthy perversions as the generation before you. You’ve been in on it the whole time.”
Her skin turns ashen beneath my touch.
I’m getting closer to the truth. I can see it. Feel it.
“Answer me.” My tone is a menacing threat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My uncle was at a brothel the night he got run down. If you’ve heard a different story, it’s news to me.”
I stroke my fingers along her jaw, over her bottom lip. The more I stare, the more I notice.
Her eyes are the deepest blue, the outer edges melting into green. And those lips, those dark tempting lips, are ten times more beautiful as they tremble.
“Sebastian…”
I slide my hand to her throat, my fingertips grazing her carotid, her heavy swallow pressing into my palm. “Mmm?”
“Tell me what you think my uncle was doing.”
I let a lazy smirk take over. “I don’t think, Keira. I know.”
“Then tell me,” she whispers.
“Okay. I’ll play along.” I’m enjoying this part of the game. The revenge. The torture. It’s the justice I’ve been craving for years. “Your uncle was breaking in sex slaves.”