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Lorenzo doesn’t look at me as he tosses the hypodermic aside. “No kidding, idiot.”
My mouth falls open in horror. “Wait, what did you—” A second later, dizziness washes over me. I stare at Lorenzo while he smirks coldly at me and watches me fall in a heap on the table. I wait to pass out, but I don’t. I try to sit up but my arms are numb and heavy.
I’m wide awake.
I just can’t move.
Lorenzo hoists my legs up onto the table, braces his hands either side of my head and gives me an evil smile.
My mouth works. I can still move my jaw, but my tongue feels thick. “What are you doing to me?”
Lorenzo lifts my hand and then lets it drop with a thud. “Apparently, whatever the fuck I want.”
Anger and despair overwhelm me. I stopped fighting for one second. Just one second. Why did I ever believe he was telling the truth? Tears fill my eyes and run down my temples.
Lorenzo leans over me and licks one of the tearstains, and says softly, “The other two want to play with you, but I knew you were worthless the night I met you. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t bother taking this chip out. I’d drive you out to the desert and use you as target practice, and then let Salvatore find your body. I’d give you a head start so I could chase you. Maybe you’d live. But probably you wouldn’t. Then we’d see how many deals he can make with your father behind our backs.”
I see it burning in his eyes: his desire for revenge for losing to Salvatore, and he’s going to get it in pounds of my flesh.
Footsteps sound along the corridor outside and Cassius opens the door. In a cold, flat voice, he asks, “Have you got that chip out of her yet?”
“It’s coming,” Lorenzo calls back without moving, and the door slams closed again.
More tears leak from the corners of my eyes. “Do you always do what the others tell you to do? You’re like a trained dog.”
As quick as a snake, Lorenzo slaps me across the face, turning my head to one side. Pain blossoms in my cheek and I can’t turn my head back.
“Mouthy little bitch. We’ll see how long that lasts,” he growls.
I can hear him clanging around with various instruments. The next thing I know he’s rolled me onto my side and he’s holding a scalpel in front of my face. “I was going to use this to get that chip out of your neck, but seeing as you have a poisonous mouth, I’ll use…” He switches the scalpel with what he has in his other hand. It’s a much bigger blade, but it’s not the honed edge that makes my heart pound.
It’s Lorenzo’s knife.Thatknife. The one Dad used to kill Mom.
“You don’t like that, do you?”
“Please don’t,” I whimper.
“It’s too late for please. Next time, don’t be a bitch.”
I can feel Lorenzo’s fingers on the back of my neck, and then a pulling at my skin with something sharp. I can’t feel any physical pain as he cuts into me, but I want to curl up and die the pain in my heart is so overwhelming.
“There it is. Jensen!” Lorenzo suddenly roars, and another door opens on the other side of the room. A man wearing motorcycle leathers comes over to the table and Lorenzo passes him the chip. “Take this for a ride about the city for a few hours and then dump it in the lake.”
“Yes, boss.” Jensen tucks the chip into his pocket, takes a bored glance at the bleeding girl in the wedding dress, and heads out.
Lorenzo wipes something cold over the back of my neck and slaps on some gauze. Then he rolls me onto my back. “What a waste of time. You’d better hope you keep the other two amused because as soon as they’re bored, I’ll slit your throat.”
He doesn’t look at me as he tidies up his medical equipment and his face is a blank, inhuman mask. Now that his “fun” is over, he’s switched off completely.
I stare at his back, filled with hatred over what he’s done to me, my hands curling into angry fists.
My hands.
I can move them.
“Lorenzo,” I call, but he ignores me. “Can I ask you a question?”
He pulls off his black latex gloves with a snap and doesn’t bother turning around. I stare at his muscular back, hatred threading every vein of my body.
