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But when Alek waves at us, it appears that it is.
I don’t hesitate and march toward the house with Babydoll following by my side. I need to get Shay out as quickly as possible, and I need that to be with someone I, and also he, trusts. It was a no-brainer who that was.
The gate is open, so we sprint up the drive, keeping an eye out for Liam’s men. I’m surprised the coast is clear. Alek is no longer here, but the front door is open, which is all the welcome I need. I charge inside, using Alek’s voice as guidance.
Babydoll has her gun in hand as we mute our footsteps down the hall. I can’t make out what Alek is saying, but without a doubt, he is in the last room at the end of the corridor. I don’t know if this is supposed to be a surprise attack, so I slow my pace and gesture with my finger to Babydoll that we’re to keep quiet.
She nods, ready for whatever the next few minutes hold.
When we get within feet of the door, I stop and listen to what is being said between Liam and Alek. “I’ll make you a very rich man.”
“I already am a very rich man,” Alek counters while I can’t help but smirk.
“Help me defeat the Kellys, and y’ll be even richer. I need them gone. But if ye don’t want to help, then I have other ways to make them submit.”
I don’t wait for Alek to reply. I’ve heard enough. Before Babydoll can advise me to wait, I shove open the door and storm into the room that appears to be Liam’s office. When he sees me, his eyes widen.
“What the—”
I don’t give him a chance to speak or lunge for the concealed weapon in his drawer. I round his desk and punch him straight in the face. A sharp crack hints I’ve broken his nose, but it’s not enough.
I punch him once, twice more, relishing in him squirming in his leather seat, attempting to flee. But he’s not going anywhere.
Gripping the collar of his now bloody shirt, I pick him up and shove his back into the wall. He tries to fight me but is rendered inept when I snap his wrist backward, breaking it.
“Where is he?” I snarl, pressing us nose to nose.
Liam spits in my face in response.
Laughing dangerously low, I snarl, “Have it yer way then.”
Lifting his feet off the floor, I toss him onto the desk and use him to sweep the contents off the surface. Pressing my forearm over his throat, I push all my weight onto him as he writhes on his back, fighting to stay awake.
“Where is he?” I repeat, never breaking eye contact with him.
“Ye fucking cunt,” he says, looking overhead at Alek who still sits serenely in his chair, despite the violence. “Ye played me.”
Alek reaches into his pocket for a cigar. “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot and failed to realize needing to use the bathroom was code for fucking you up.”
An amused chuckle escapes me because as far as insults go, Liam just got owned. “This doesn’t have to end badly for ye. Just tell me where Shay is.”
“I’m not tellin’ ya a thing.”
“Aye, ye will.”
A silver letter opener catches my eye, which would be the obvious torture choice. But I like to be creative, so I reach for a stapler. Without warning, I slam a staple into Liam’s cheek. The sting of the staple as well as the force of my hand stuns him into submission.
“Oh, bravo,” Alek commends happily, lighting his cigar.
Liam tongues his cheek, feeling the staple imbedded deeply into his flesh. “A’ll fucking end ye all.”
His empty threat is a sign he’s scared and knows he’s lost. He’s all smoke and mirrors, which is why I intend to torture him painfully slow.
“You—”
His words die in a muffled mess as I take hold of his tongue and push the stapler into it once, twice, three times. The more violence I inflict, the more I want. I won’t be able to stop. I know it.
“I can do this all day,” I say with a smile as I hover over Liam, pressing my weight into him so he can’t move.
