Page 14 of Filthy Lies


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The human sausage continued moaning with each step and, by the end, I’d admit, I was starting to moan too—from sheer exertion.

“Never heard of cardio?” I panted when we made it to the midway landing of the staircase where it flattened out before going up to another mezzanine level.

He grunted in reply.

Me? I just planted my hands on my knees and tried to recover my breath.

I’d recently gotten back into the game, and torture was a work of art that required not only skill but a strong constitution. My ass wasn’t as fit as it used to be, and I was feeling that at the moment.

When my breathing was under some semblance of control, I turned to face the palace ahead of me. Beautiful, ornate, but the best part? It was currently a dead zone thanks to this clever piece of tech I’d borrowed from Conor—none of the CCTV were working, none of the alarms. The guards were watching rehashed versions of last night’s footage, and I had a good ninety minutes before the next man came on patrol.

Ninety minutes to make Prince Eddie talk.

Ninety minutes to break him.

I used to be good at breaking people.

Some people in the CIA called me The Nutcracker, and it had nothing to do with cracking code. But I had to admit, Prince Ludwig and Ke Jintao had held out on me.

This fucker here was the last person who could help me.

Hehadto talk.

I was running out of options.

Leaving the lump on the landing once I dropped down to grab a length of rope from my kit, I headed up the stairs.

It was an open mezzanine, but it suited my purposes.

With two landings that looked out onto the massive hall of the palace, it enabled me to loop the rope around one of the ornate balustrade railings and dangle it to the next floor before I tied it in a timber hitch knot to secure it.

Now that it was swaying vertically, I retreated to the prince’s side. Once there, I tugged on the rope then tied both ends into a square knot. With the gap in the middle, I looped it around his feet then tightened it.

With more brute force than I’d like—I was pretty fucking sure I popped a vertebra hefting his weight over the railing—I let gravity do the work for me and watched him dead drop.

If my calculations were wrong, he’d snap his neck and break his face if he collided with the floor.

Luckily for him, my math was never wrong.

His muffled scream was music to my ears as he came to a halt a bare inch from the parquet flooring.

After gently twisting my back to ease the strain he’d caused, I loped downstairs and kicked him in the junk to make him swing.

I hadn’t found any evidence that indicated he deserved a sprained penis, but my rep was from damage down below and I was sure the fucker had donesomethingin his life to earn it.

“I can keep this up for a while. Turn you in circles and make you drown in your own vomit,” I taunted him. “That’s before I bring out the knives. You see, Your Highness, I need your help and youwillgive it to me.” I kicked him a few more times, watching him sway. “You could end it easily tonight. A simple overdose. No pain. Just death. Or we can play.”

This time, I had to go the whole nine yards. If it didn’t look like an accident as the others did, then it was tough shit.

I needed answers, and I could admit to myself that I was growing desperate.

But I would not bend.

I would not break.

Allowing my threat to sink in, I retrieved the photograph from my pocket.

For a moment, I stared at it.

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