Page 47 of Sinful Lord

“Tell. Me. What. You. Know,” I roar.

Lifting my gun, I smack him across the cheek with the back of my hand.

That seems to temporarily shock him back to life.

“What I know…” he croaks. “Not much. Not much at all… only what I found at the crash site before we managed to clean it up.”

“What did you find?” I press, growing more and more impatient. I need answers. At the very least, I need a clue.

Lothar is right. Clearly, there’s more happening between Melina and me than meets the eye. I’ve claimed her. But how could I do that and still let her go through all of that hell?

I’ve been fooling myself, and it nearly cost us everything.

I’ll make it up to her. That starts here. After Lothar goes, I’ll have wiped out the men who took her from the bar. But there’s a devil out there that needs to pay too.

“I found corpses,” Lothar chokes. “Blood and death… and a message written in entrails along the crimson snow…”

My heart catches in my throat.

“A message? What fucking message?”

“Only two words…” Lothar is fading fast. I try to smack him back awake again, but he hardly even groans.

“Tell me.”

“I didn’t understand what it meant… I still don’t…”

“But maybe I will. Tell me.”

“Please do. Tell me what it means. Before I die…”

“What did the message say?”

“It said… it said… ‘For Drago’…”

My grip goes limp and Lothar falls to the ground, but I don’t even hear him hit the snow.

The world goes silent.

Did he just say what I think he said?

“Dad…”

No. There’s no way. I must have heard him wrong.

But when I grab Lothar again and look down, I see that it’s too late.

He’s dead.

“Fuck,” I mumble, but my words are weak. It’s like I’ve been plunged into a nightmare.

Berlin is the last place I ever thought I’d hear my adoptive father’s name uttered. My DEAD adoptive father.

Drago’s been rotting in the ground for a year now. So why is someone dedicating massacres to him?

My gut drops at the implication.

No. It couldn’t be…