Page 42 of Rush and Ruin


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“True.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but for him it’s a warning sign. “I can see how trapping a hundred men in a church and burning them alive might mess a kid up, but I’m guessing from that permanently haunted look in your eyes, it wasn’t the worst of it. I met Hurtados many times before I destroyed him,” he adds, filling my stunned silence with his distaste. “I met your birth father too, and if theirsicarioswere anything like them, their deaths shouldn’t be a stain on anyone’s conscience. I know what they made their kids do. I know what they did to their women. You killed to survive, Grayson, the same as the rest of us. Don’t get consumed by it, or you’ll end up burning with the rest of them.”

“How long have you known?” I say roughly.

“A while.”

“Does my father know?”

Clicking his tongue again, he glances away. “It wasn’t my decision to send you away six years ago, so read into that what you will.”

I laugh bitterly at this.

All my adoptive father needed to do was listen, but he couldn’t even give me that.

All I needed to do was talk.

I push that thought away immediately.

“It was his way of trying to fix things. Personally, I couldn’t give a damn what goes down between you and him so long as it doesn’t affect the business. Have your teenage daddy tantrums on your own time. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind about this.”

“Sidorov is dead. He took his own life after we caught him at the border.”

He pauses. “So, I heard. Head down to the docks and see if those Bratvapatsansyou have hanging from the rafters can shed any light on what’s happening… And Grayson?” He grabs my arm and slams me back against the door. “Figure out a way to kill your past fast or get used to the torture. Turns out, my daughter is as smart and devious as she is beautiful, and she’s about to make all our lives interesting.” His expression darkens. “She’s moving to New York. She starts at NYU in the fall.”

The ground gives way beneath my feet.

No.Fuck.No.

Not the same city, Mi Cielo. You’ll be in constant danger.I’ll be a constant threat.

Santiago’s gaze flickers dispassionately over my face, taking in the reaction I’m not quick enough to hide.

Moments later, he’s shattering my left cheekbone with his final stamp of disapproval.

PARTIII

THE PROMISE

13

EDIER

Present Day

Ella, 21, Edier, 27,

“Are you into foreplay,Señor Grayson, or are you here to fuck?”

The woman skims her palms across the dove-gray satin sheets and juts out her breasts, the neckline of her dress barely covering her modesty. “I’ll keep my heels on, if you like? All you need to do is slide my panties to the side and…mmm.” Catching her lip between her teeth, she lets it slip free with another tortured moan, before adding huskily, “I bet your cock is as big as your reputation.”

So is my gun,I’m tempted to add, but I haven’t decided on her fate yet.

Maybe she’ll live.

Maybe she’ll die.

Maybe she’ll open her fucking mouth and give me what I really came here for.

She stretches out her next moan like it’s the purr of a Harley. “I’ve never had a man in thatother placebefore and I wantyouto be the first.”

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