“You let those men walk the earth, murdering innocents every damn day of the week,” I grit back. “They murder because you let them.”
His fingers tighten around my neck, but I’m not afraid, and I lean in. “You think you’re better than me, but you lie to yourself when you say you’re going to bring the criminals to justice. And deep down, you know damn well I’m right. Deep down, you wish you could’ve killed them yourself.”
“Admit it. You love the idea of the natural order of things being restored.”
“And you need to admit to me you murdered them,” he retorts. “You think they deserved it, but Bob had a family. What did Bob ever do to you?”
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I will never throw my boys to the wolves. That’s not my style.
“You were just looking to hide your crimes. Now tell me you killed them.”
“And then what? Will you finally be happy? Is that when you can rest in peace?”
When he doesn’t reply, I add, “Because I will never rest in peace. Not as long as those fuckers walk on the same streets I do.”
His fingers slowly unlatch. “What did they do to you?”
“You’d love to know, wouldn’t you?”
He puts me back in my seat and leans back, breath wildly out of control.
“We raided your sorority room. I found every plan you had, down to the detail.”
I would fold my arms if I could. “And?”
“Your targets weren’t chosen nilly-willy.”
I love watching the little wheels spin in his head as he deciphers my actions. It’s sexy.
“You had a hit list. And it’s not all traffickers. There was a taxi driver.”
“Maybe he hung out with the wrong people.”
“You’re not some vigilante handing out justice to the Bones Brotherhood. You’re targeting specific people.”
I love his deduction skills.
“You missed one, didn’t you? His name is Samuel.”
My skin pricks with bubbling rage.
“Tell me why you killed the others.”
I merely stare him down.
“Sunny, I can help you,” he says. “But you need to give me something.”
“Why would I?”
He leans across the table. “So I can put those fuckers behind bars too.”
I laugh. “And you think that’s going to satisfy me?” I run my nails along the table. “I need payment in blood.”
“For what? What did they take from you?”
I’m grinding my teeth so hard I nearly chip a tooth.
He gets up from his seat and gets up close, sitting down on the edge of the table right in front of me. “The cameras are off. No one is watching,” he says. “It’s just you and me right now. You can tell me what happened, from the beginning, and I will listen. I swear. I will bring the people you seek to justice.”
