He presses the finger of his other hand to my lips. “Shhh. It’ll be fun.”
I chuckle. My body is shaking. Tears are streaming down my face. I’m suspended between happiness and fear.
“I don’t want fun.” I try to push his hand away, but my grip is too weak.
“Don’t think about it.” His hand moves lower, to my shorts. “Just let me make you feel good.”
I try to stop his hand as it slips inside the waistband of my shorts. His fingers part my folds and touch the flesh. I’m laughing breathlessly now. There is only fear, no happiness, but I’m still laughing.
Right then, Bruno jumps on Salvario, knocking him down. As soon as his hands leave my body, the fear vanishes. Now I’m only happy.
I sit up on the ground, laughing and clapping as Bruno plays with Salvario, tearing his clothes. Salvario tries to push him off, shouting. Rosie also joins in.
“What’s going on, ma’am?” A voice comes from behind me.
I turn to see my other friend, Remi, standing there.
“Bruno and Rosie are playing with Salvario.”
I turn back to watch their game, but it’s already over. Remi’s friends have Bruno and Rosie pinned to the ground. Salvario stands a few feet away, his clothes torn, scratches covering his body.
May comes to my side and crouches down. “Miss, sir wants us to go to San Diego. Let’s go.”
Chapter 39
Hunter
Logan yanks out his eye. He screams like a bitch.He tosses the eye onto the nearly broken table, wipes his hand on a napkin, and makes a disgusted face. “It’s just… eww.” He looks back at Chris. “Don’t cry like a weak cunt, for God’s sake. You’re a mafia boss, have some dignity, bro.”
Chris sits in front of me, tied to an old wooden chair, drenched in his own blood, all his teeth gone. We’re in an old garage on the outskirts of Toronto. It’s not ours, but it’s the safest option for now. There’s no human residence within a two-kilometer radius.
“Now let’s try again. So tell us, lovely Chris, why did you erase our memories?” Logan asks calmly.
I’m sitting five feet from him. Interrogation isn’t my field, I don’t have the patience for it. I’ve been holding myself back from killing him for the past hour while Logan has been pulling his teeth out one by one. And still, he doesn’t speak.
Now he’s heaving and looks like he could faint at any moment, which is the last thing we need. If he loses consciousness, we’ll have to wait for him to wake up before we can get any answers from him. More wasted time. And time is the one thing I can’t afford to lose right now.
I have to leave for Naples as soon as possible. For the past four nights, I’ve been calling her every day to make sure she’s okay. Still I don’t know if she is, because she’s drunk every time I call. It doesn’t matter what hour it is, she’s always drunk. When I ask her about it, she says she hasn’t touched alcohol, but the unnatural way she speaks and the constant giggling are enough to tell me she’s lying.
Chris’s slurred words drag me out of my thoughts.
“To use you as weapons.”
“We already worked for you, why wipe our memories?”
“You weren’t working for me. You’re not the Blackwood brothers.”
“Wait, so I’m not Logan? And he’s not Hunter?”
Chris nods.
“But we look like them.”
“I changed your faces.”
Logan looks at me, brows raised. He looks back at Chris. “Then who are we?”
“You’re Il... yas.”
