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I walk up to him and hit him over the head with my gun, hard enough to hurt like hell but not knock him out. Then, I grab the side of his mouth with my nails digging in and pull his face up to mine, watching myself draw blood that drips into his own mouth. I let him taste his own blood thoroughly as he starts to choke on it before I speak. “Let’s try this again, do you understand?” His angry eyes dart up to Duncan and then back at me before he nods, and I pull away and back up before he can do anything else to me.
I give Duncan a go and sit back and watch, basically shutting my brain off and just enjoying his suffering. I know I will have to do the worst of it. I have it planned for the men to all come in and watch so they know who they are dealing with if they step one toe out of line.
I hear a crack and come out of my thoughts to see that Duncan has broken Felix’s nose. Blood is running out of it everything, and he is sniffling and holding onto it, but still there is no tear and nothing. “Knees,” I say, strutting back up to the both of them. “He needs his mouth to tell us something, so no jaw, but the knees should hurt just as bad.”
“No, no, no!” he says all of a sudden. Damn, he is weak. I didn’t think he would crack for a while. “I never knew who you were when we were dating. It wasn’t like that. I didn’t find out until a few months before you thought you watched me die. It was all fake. The Italians helped, okay? I work for them, but I don’t know many names. They let me have all this power and money because I was a link to you. They came and told me who you were and told me that if I played my cards right I could have more than just you, I could have an entire empire.”
I look at Duncan in confusion. What kind of game was this? And what made him so easily give up and think I was going to fall for such a thing. Surely, they didn’t mean to give him anything. I am not naïve enough to believe that they meant him to be anything other than a tool.
“You are a bloody tool!” I yell at him. “You let them ruin us, ruined my life, and you became a tool to a criminal organization you would never have gotten out of alive. You never deserved me if that possibility was in you the whole time,” I screeched, feeling emotional.
“Willow,” Duncan said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “There was no empire to have if you weren’t the only one left,” he says softly, looking into my eyes. I don’t know what he means, but as I get lost in the depths of his stare, it clicks.
“My siblings,” I whisper, and Duncan nods.
“Who killed the rest of my father’s children, my half siblings?” I asked him, my foot sitting right over his groin, threatening to crush the bit if sniveling manhood he had left.
“Me. They were hits, part of the job. I had to help track them down and kill them so that all that would be left was you,” he tells me through gritted teeth, and I bring my foot down hard, digging the heal in as his painful screams echo throughout the room. “What the fuck! I told you what you wanted to know.”
“When did I make a promise not to hurt you anyway?” I ask him, knowing I need to end this before the rage turns into something like the pain that is threatening to burst from my heart at the truth of all the orchestrated betrayal. The way that others have thought that it’s okay to control my fate for me.
“Bring the men in,” I roar at Duncan. He doesn’t fight me on it, and he brings them in. They squeeze into the room like sardines as I point the gun right at his bloody brain. “This,” I say, gesturing over his body, “is what happens when you fuck with the Adames; when you fuck with me,” I tell them, my face as straight as can be.
I nod to Duncan, and he comes up with a bat, breaking both Felix’s knees. I can see the pain in the flinches of some of these huge generally unfazed men. Then, I grab at his injured dick as one hand puts the gun right against his head, and I twist hard. The scream is otherworldly, and I know that will do it if nothing else.
And then I pull the trigger as if it means nothing, blood and brains splattering out. “Clean this shit up,” I order to the men before stomping out of the room, a piece of me falling apart with each step. By the time I am outside, I hit the ground running until I end up in the car, Duncan’s hand surrounding me as I lose it in a fit of sobs.
I guess there’s some of my father in me after all.
But then I remember the news that I need to tell him, and I look up at him knowing that my mascara is likely running down my face. “I am keeping our baby, Duncan.”
He tries to wipe away at my tears and running makeup as I half laugh half cry, and then he pulls me into him and kisses the shit out of me. He erases all the bad.
I fucking love you,” he says as he pulls away.
I snort through the tears. “Well, I bloody love you too.”
