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“Good girl,” I say before giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. “Now go back to sleep.” I push myself off her, and she rolls onto her side, pulling the duvet up to her chin. I walk to the ensuite to take a quick shower before I head to LA to kill her brother.
* * *
Once I landed in LA,we watched Leo Evanson for eight hours before we grabbed him. He spent most of the day and night in a casino, which was full of patrons and witnesses. In Chicago, I would take him off the street in broad daylight and not give a damn. But LA is not my territory, and I need this taken care of as cleanly as possible. The last thing I need is any interference from the cops. But now I have him exactly where I want. In an abandoned office block on the outskirts of the city with nobody around to hear him scream.
Everything about Leo says slimeball weasel. From the way his beady little eyes scan the room as Maximo and I advance on him, his back pressed against the wall as he looks for an escape, to the bacon grease stains on his faded old Navy t-shirt.
“How funny running into you here in LA, Leo,” I say with a grin as I get closer. He goes to run, but Maximo catches him, slamming the piece of shit against the wall.
“I-I’ll get your money. I just need a few more weeks,” he stammers.
“It’s been twelve fucking months, Leo. I don’t think a few more weeks is gonna cut it.”
“I’ve got something going on. It could be big,” he says, his eyes wide and pleading.
“You see I’ve kind of already collected on your debt, Leo. I took your sister as payment instead. She’s mine now, and I gotta say, she was worth every cent of that two hundred and fifty grand you stole.”
“What?” He scowls at me, and for some reason, that makes me a little less inclined to tear his head off. If he fights for her, then maybe I won’t torture him for too long before I kill him. However, he fucks it all up as soon as he opens his mouth again. “So you took her? My debt is paid, then?”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“You’re a piece of shit,” Maximo snorts.
I grip his throat, squeezing my fingers tightly and pressing my palm against his Adam’s apple until he’s struggling to breathe. “You think that me taking your sister lets you off the hook? Your debt is settled, but you still stole from me,coglione.”
He opens his mouth, but all that comes out is a strangled groan.
I lean in and whisper, “I took her and I made her mine. I fucked her every single day and night, Leo, until she screamed.”
He struggles, trying to escape my grip, but he’s not angry because of what I just told him. He’s struggling because he wants to survive.
I let him go, and he drops to his knees, clutching at his throat. “I can get you money too,” he wheezes. “Just tell me what you need.”
“What I need, you greasy fuck, is for you to pay for having me chase you around the fucking country.”
“Look, I can get you some cash, just let me tell you about this game I have lined up…” he pleads as he pushes himself to his feet.
“And your sister? What do I do with her? Because I’m not gonna lie, I’ve become kind of attached to my little pet.”
He rubs a hand over his jaw and stares at me. “Look, like I said, if you want her, then I ain’t got no problem with that.” He shrugs, as though her life means nothing to him.
I grab him by the shirt and throw him back against the wall. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve used her to pay off a debt, would it, Leo?” I snap. “Few years ago, you owed some gambling debts and you told the two guys who came collecting exactly where they could find your sister, right?”
His complexion was already pale, but now he’s turned an unnatural shade of gray. “They were gonna kill me,” he says as though that is a perfectly valid explanation for handingmy girlover to those two animals.
“They almost killed her,” I spit. “You know what else they did to her, you sick fuck?”
“They just had a little fun. She was okay,” he insists.
Fuck, he is a piece of shit.
I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart before I tear his out with my hands. He’s looking up at me like he actually believes in the bullshit that he’s spewing. My eyes narrow as I search his face for even the slightest bit of compassion for her. No wonder Kat is under the illusion that I might be a good guy when this is what she had to compare me to. “You really think she was okay after that? She left her job. She hardly ever left the house. But you think she was okay?”
He frowns. “She was, man. They didn’t really hurt her. How do you know all this anyway?”
“Oh, I tortured your little friends to death and they told me about your gambling debt, but the rest, I got from your sister. But how much did you owe?”
“What?” He blinks at me.
