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Matt’s blood-covered face reddens with anger.There you go. Right where I want you. “You’re insignificant. It would take a much stronger, darker man to commit those crimes. That man isn’t you. Every time we fought, I’d always take it easy on you, trying to not crack your fragile ego. God, you’re so pathetic. It’s funny really seeing just how much of a hotshot you think you are when you’re nothing more than an unimportant, feeble individual.”
“Fuck you! I’m not fucking weak. You’re the weak one, always thinking you can see the good in people, trusting the wrong ones. No wonder it was so easy for Tommy to take advantage of you. You let anyone walk all over you, because you crave human connection so bad. You crave to be told you're not the reason everyone around you meets the same fate. You were the perfect person to pin shit on with your fucked up history and naive trusting personality. I fucking did it, and you were going to be locked up for life for it, maybe even end up dying.”
There it is. Take one shot at him and he crumbles like a house of cards. You’d think he’d realize this was a training technique we learned in the academy, but clearly his pride was more important than his common sense.
My chest swells with pride at my ability to get him to talk, but it quickly deflates as his words really sink in. My best friend just admitted to his plan to set me up for his crimes. Looks like my dream of this all being a joke won’t come true.
My stomach churns, but I hide it by arching a brow at this revelation. “Was that your plan when you met me? Were you ever really my friend?”
“You’re too ambitious for your own good. I knew the second you tried to fight me, you’d be the one. You just made it so much easier when you gave in to my friendship so fast. You had no one, and I was lucky enough to take advantage of that.”
My bones buzz with anger. Everything I thought I knew was a lie. I was just a piece in his game the entire time. He used my vulnerability of having no family, no friends, and justlosingmy husband to his advantage. He saw me as weak, the perfect target. If he was against me, I’d have no one else by my side to fight for me, to prove his set-up wrong. I really am the perfect target.
Going to the table, I pick up the metal whip Theon hit me with during my little torture session when I got here. I run my fingers over the sharp metal spikes, staring deep into Matt’s deceptive brown eyes. They’re angry, angry that he got caught. There’s absolutely no remorse, no guilt, and no sense of shame.
“Tell me… What’s your little operation?” At this point, he’s got nothing to lose. He knows how this is going to end, so he’s going to make it hurt as much as possible.
He grins, his bloody smile and demonic eyes making my stomach knot.
“Who better to kill than women who stoop so low as to sell their bodies for money?” His statement makes me fucking sick. Asshole. “Since I can remember, I’ve always been different. A little fucked in the head. Feeling like I needed to hurt people, hurt those around me. I had to fill this void for killing somehow and they were the perfect targets since no one would miss them. No one cared enough to stop them from giving themselves away like cheap whores, so who’d care if they were gone? If you ask me, I was doing the city a favor by cleaning up the trash off the streets.” Everything he just said is just wrong, vile, and disgusting. I bite my tongue to keep my cool as anger bubbles in my chest.
“Keep going, asshole.”
“Too bad you never seemed interested in me. I would’ve loved to fuck that tight little body of yours, Z.” Three protective growls rumble from behind me. A burn rises slowly in my throat as I think about how I could've been one of the many women he raped and killed.
“Get on with your story or I’ll cut your fucking dick off and shove it down your throat,” Blais warns, but Matt only smirks at him.
“You’ve got your own fan club here. I can see the deadly jealousy in their eyes just from me looking at you. They don’t like that. They think they own you. Do they, Zamira? Did you sell them your pathetic body? Are you fucking all three of them like the slut you are?”
Blais snarls, gripping the knife in his hand. He storms toward Matt, but I throw my arm out to stop him. With as much force as I can muster up with my free arm, I strike Matt across his shirt-covered stomach with the whip, the spikes piercing through the material, tearing his skin. Blood seeps from the little cuts, soaking through his white shirt.
“If you want to keep yourpatheticdick, I’d listen to Blais. If you don’t start talking in three seconds, I’m going to move my arm and let him rip your body apart any way he wants.”
Matt growls angrily, pulling at his chains, causing them to tighten around his wrists. “Three.” His angry gaze flicks back to me, his nostrils flaring. He’s trying to decide which is worse, telling us his whole plan or losing his dick.
“Two.”
I go to move my hand for when I say one, but Matt stops me. “Okay! I’ll tell you. God, don’t sic your psycho mutt on me.”
I internally smile, but keep a straight face on the outside. Squeezing Blais’ bicep, I tell him to back down.
“I’m listening.” I tap my foot in impatience, feigning boredom as I wait for him to continue.
“Novak had the pretty face and charming personality to rein the women in. We set up a rotation of clubs that we knew thoseprostitutesfrequented.” I cringe at his use of that term, but keep listening. They are sex workers, you dick. “We needed to make sure that if anyone noticed they were going missing, it was harder to track us down.”
“Well, it took me all of a week to figure out your little rotation. You’re not as smart as you think you are,” I taunt him with that information, but quickly move on before he can talk back. “How was Novak part of your sick plan?”
“He’d seduce them, then bring them to me. When we first started, it was sloppy and reckless, but we eventually came up with a system. He’d make them think he wanted to take them home for theirservices. Once they were in the car, Novak would slip them a little something to keep them from fighting back.”
“Where did he take them?”
“Novak has a house on the outskirts of the city with a fancy little secret room that you’d never find.”
He underestimates me and the three masterminds behind me. Knowing Ace, he’s already thinking of a plan to find this room.
“Novak picked up the women, and you used his house to rape and murder them. What did he get out of this deal?”
“FBI protection, of course. Well, my protection and connections to the local police department. I have contacts there that can cover up allegations of him stealing money from his clients or whatever else he was doing. I didn’t really give a shit. I help him, he helps me. He also got a little of what he loved so much—money and pussy.”
