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It took mere minutes before he gave up, slouching.
After a long moment, I let up, enough for him to take a breath.
"Whose idea was it?" I asked.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
I pulled out a set of plastic ties and threw them to Fallon. “Tie him up. Pull down his pants and spread his legs. I want his ass.”
Fallon pulled out his own rope, his eyes dark as he left the doorway.
“Noooo!” Terrance howled, his energy suddenly renewed.
Fallon was thin, but stronger than he looked. He was tall, athletic, and had a lot of experience taking a man down. Between the two of us, we easily subdued Terrance: tied up, pants and underwear to his ankles, and spread eagle.
He immediately stopped struggling when I placed the tip of a knife at his asshole. "Fine!” His voice panicked. Breathing heavily. “Whatever you want, I'll tell you!"
"Tell me exactly what happened to the Duvall fortune. And I'm going to need you to be very specific."
"It was Benson's idea. The old man was dying?—“
I shoved the tip of the knife in, and Terrance roared in agony. "God! God! Stop!"
I twisted, "I'll stop when you stop lying to me."
"I'll tell the truth,” he screamed, “I swear!”
I pulled it out, the smell of blood sharp in my nostrils. It poured down his thighs.
"Oh God.” If I thought he was crying before, he was wailing now. “Please don't kill me."
“You hired guards, Terrance. You knew the consequences in our world. Did you think we wouldn’t come for you?”
"The Magnolia wouldn't have cared. All they wanted was the girl."
"I seriously doubt that. The Veritas would want both."
"Saul said if we could get her in the Magnolia, we could keep the money."
"And you believed him?” I leaned down to murmur in his ear, a cruel smile to my lips. “Guess who gave up your location, Terrance?” It was Maxon, but Terrance didn’t need to know that. Laughing, I slapped his ass with my gloved hand and he squealed out in pain, "Tell me everything. And don't even think about lying. I already know the truth, I just want to hear you confirm it."
"Please don't kill me."
Growing impatient, Fallon grabbed Terrance’s nose and jerked it. There was a loud popping sound and another shriek from Terrance.
"It was my idea!" he cried. His eyes grew unfocused with pain. I could barely make out what he was saying. Why did weak men always blubber incoherently when they were in pain? "I convinced him to help me steal the money. Told him that I would invest it, and we'd split it."
"And Benson did it willingly?"
"He had to be…persuaded.”
“And how did an idiot like you manage to do that?”
“He has a kid. And a woman. He loved them.” Terrance’s words were in a rush. “He would’ve married them but he knew that if he did, they would only be in danger. So he sent them away…”
“And?” I gestured for him to spit out the rest.
“His kid got sick. Needed money for the hospital bills.”
