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Matt scrunches his nose, giving me a dirt-eating grin. “I don’t remember that one. I might remember though if I saw her pussy. Got any pictures of that?”
Zamira gasps at the same time Theon growls, but me, I completely lose my shit. After tossing my phone on the table with enough force to crack it, I punch Matt in the face as hard as I can. My knuckles are throbbing, covered in so much blood I can’t even see my skin beneath the crimson coating them. I don’t know if it’s his or mine. But at this point, I don’t care.
It feels so fucking good to finally get my hands on the man responsible for taking my sister from me. I don’t stop until he’s barely conscious, his head bobs to the side rolling over his shoulder. If I kill him now, I’ll never get the answers I want. The dark chuckle that escapes Matt pisses me off even more. This asshole has no remorse, no conscience. He’s sicker than me, Blais, and Theon combined. I didn’t think that was even possible.
He spits more blood in my direction, scrunching his face to relieve some of the pain. “She was a pretty little thing, with a pussy that I can still feel squeezing my dick in my dreams. Man, that girl could scream though.”
He’s trying to rile me up, and it’s fucking working. I’m seething, my jaw clenching so hard I may break a few teeth. This bastard doesn’t deserve to talk about my sister like that—or any woman for that matter. Grabbing another knife off the table, I sink the blade in his other shoulder until the point pokes through his backside.
His screams of pain are like music to my ears. I wonder if Allie can hear them from Heaven.
Blais calls my name in warning, but I ignore him. I need this. I’ll never be able to move on without it. It hurts so damn bad, but I need to hear it. Even if it fucking breaks me apart, this is for me. For Blais. For Theon and for Allie. He deserves whatever comes to him, and I’ll make sure to deliver.
“Why the fuck would you kill her? She wasn’t a sex worker. The way you talk, that’s your M.O. So why her?”
Matt chuckles, looking at me like he’s the winner in this situation. I’m a heartless psychopath, but this man makes my skin crawl like no other. He clearly has no sense of self-preservation by the way he’s taking pleasure in seeing me like this.How the fuck was Zamira friends with him?
“You’re dumber than you look then. That girl took more dick for money than you have knives in this fucking room—and that’s a lot. I will admit though, she wasn’t part of the plan for that night, but what can I say? I’m not one to refuse a good opportunity right in front of my face when I see one.”
This can’t be right. He’s fucking lying. Allie wasn’t a sex worker; I would’ve known. We were a family, we didn’t keep secrets. She was with us most of the time, how would she have slipped this past us? There’s no fucking way.
“What do you mean that night?” I ask, twisting the knife in his left shoulder.
He yells in pain, his chest heaving. “If you’d let me fucking talk without stabbing me each time, you’d know.” I release my hold on the knife, giving him the chance to keep going. “Novak and I had our system, but he also picked up sex workers in his own time. That part of the plan was all his. He said if he spent nights with the girls, treating them with respect, without killing them, then we’d have witnesses that he was a good, respectful guy if we ever needed it. A cheater definitely, but a good guy to his whores nonetheless.”
“So he needed people to vouch for him so he’d picked up sex workers hoping they’d say good things about him? That still doesn’t tell me what you mean she wasn’t the target that night.”
“Novak had spent a couple nights with her before. She told him she desperately needed the money.”
Money? She didn’t need money. I may have struggled at times when we got out of the foster care system and when first starting Trinity, but she didn’t hurt for anything—I made sure of that. Even when I didn’t have the money for what she wanted, I found a way.
Why would she do this?
“She didn’t need money. We had plenty.” She knew she could have always asked me.
“Oh trust me, I know she had money, but that still didn’t get her out of her little situation.” He grins like a mad man.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Your sweet little sister got herself caught up with the wrong guy. Poor girl needed money so she could run from him. Apparently he threatened to off you all and she couldn’t take it. So it was either you die or she sell herself to run and save you. How tragic, she died trying to protect you.” He laughs.
“Who?” I growl, ready to gut this guy for the nerve he has.
“No fucking way I’ll utter his name. I’ll die here before I do that. Looks like Allie’s secret is going to die with her.”
“Tell me.”
“Never. Should’ve asked Novak for that info.”
“No fucking way she slept with him for money so she could run away. No. No this...you...fuck.” I can’t fucking think straight. Who the hell would she be running from?
“Don’t worry, Novak treated her like a real queen. He even paid her more than any other woman he fucked. She must’ve been really good to him if he was willing to pay extra. She was one of the pawns in case we ever needed her to testify. She wasn’t supposed to be one of our kills, but she put herself in that situation.”
I can’t see anything past the anger I’m feeling. This fucker is blaming Allie’s death on her and not his fucked up, psychotic mind.
“The little bitch was standing in the alley and saw the pick of the night fighting against Novak. She tried to help the woman, who turned out to be Allie’s friend she’d gone looking for. She even took a few swings at Novak, but it was too late. Novak knocked your sister out to keep her from running her mouth. He called me, freaking out. I couldn’t get the useless piece of shit to calm down so I had to come out there myself. By the time I got out to the alley behind Trinity, she was gaining consciousness. I knew it was a risk, but I couldn’t help myself. Novak held her down while I fucked that tight little cunt. If I was going to have to kill her, I figured I might as well get a little taste of what Novak raved about. I can still hear the way she screamed for me as I fucked that tight pussy. Luckily for us, the club’s so loud, no one heard a thing. She fought so fucking hard, but it wasn’t enough.”
“You’re fucking lying.” This isn’t real. It can’t be.
