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“Don’t act dumb. You know what you’ve done. You had to look at her face every single day. At the scars that you gave her.”
Duarte begins laughing like I’ve just told him the funniest thing in the entire world. “Hold on a second. You’re really trying to intimidate me over some whore?!”
“She isn’t a whore, Duarte. She’s a person who has feelings and actually deserves respect while she was with you. Instead of receiving that, you put her through hell, beating and raping her whenever you felt the need. And you’re the reason she lost her son.” I make it a point to say hers because I know it’s going to drive him absolutely mad.
“My son. Not hers.”
“Her son, Duarte. Just like her daughters are being taken from your home right now.”
Duarte blinks a couple of times at me as the realization settles in. Duarte takes a long, staggering breath before he speaks up. “I know you must be joking. There’s no way in hell you’d send someone on my property to take my children. It’s a death wish, and my team is impeccable—”
Eset turns around her phone and shows it to Duarte. “Impeccable, my ass. Look at all the dead bodies, Duarte. We have what we need, and it was a piece of cake getting it.”
For a split second, anger crosses over Duarte’s face. His nostrils flare, and he balls his fists at his sides. He clears his throat and deepens his tone. “Now, why in the fuck would you go this far? Is that whore really worth the effort your family is putting in?”
“We did it because it’s the right thing. Obviously, you wouldn’t know anything about that,” I snap, unable to keep back my rage.
Duarte used and abused Mona in every way he could. I’ll put my money on the fact he’ll be doing the same damn thing to another woman if he isn’t right now. This man doesn’t deserve to live. There isn’t one part of his soul that could have an ounce of redemption in it, and even if he did, I don’t know if I’d show him any mercy.
“The right thing? Look in the mirror. You aren’t saints. Your stepfather and father committed the worst atrocities I’ve ever seen, and you’re acting like you’re redeemable. Your blood is tainted. If that wasn’t bad enough, you’re going against me for my sloppy seconds,” Duarte snarls right at me.
I lock my eyes with Duarte’s and slowly walk toward him. He shifts in his stance, and Eset smirks from where she is. She knows me well, and she knows damn well Duarte said the wrong fucking thing. He’s been talking out of his ass ever since he came down here. I can’t stand anyone who acts like a pretentious asshole, and Duarte’s the type of man who would win a gold medal in it.
“Nazyr, this is the only chance I’m giving you. Let me go now.”
“Or what?” I want to know why he thinks he has any power here.
“Do you not seem to realize what happens if I’m dead?” Duarte furrows his brows and laughs lightly. “You lose millions of dollars of revenue, referrals from me that will line your family’s pockets even more, and you start a war with Portugal. Now, is that really what you want? I’m willing to forgo any issues with your family if you let me walk out of here alive, but if you don’t… then all is fair with what my family will do to you.”
“We make enough money without your orders, and I don’t give a flying fuck what your family tries to do. They’re nothing but thieves, and you know it. It’s how the Oliverias made their name. You profited off taking what never belonged to you.”
“Nazyr, you think you know what you’re talking about, but you have no fucking idea.” Duarte is doing it again. He’s talking right out of his ass. I’m sure in the back of his mind, he thinks it’s going to buy him some time, but it won’t. It’s not going to help him at all, and soon enough, he’ll realize it.
I hook my leg under his and pull back swiftly, taking his balance right out from under him. He falls to the ground on his back, and his head slams against the concrete floor. Duarte’s quick to try and rise to his feet, but he stops as soon as my foot presses on his neck. I pull my gun out from the back of my pants and stare right at him.
“I’ve thought about this long and hard. I’ve wondered if I was going to do this quickly or if I was going to take my time with you. What I’ve come to realize is that you’re a pathetic waste of space, and I shouldn’t be wasting any more time with you. So I’m not going to. I’m going to put you out of your misery right here and right now.”
Duarte’s looking at me like there’s a semblance of hope that he might actually get out of this. I’ve come to understand that he’s the type of man who tries to talk his way out of everything, but he isn’t going to talk his way out of this. There’s no way he can.
“Nazyr, surely you don’t mean any of what you’ve said. Mona has clouded your judgment. She’s made you believe she’s a victim, but she isn’t. She deserved everything that ever happened to her.”
Okay, I can’t wait any longer. This sick son of a bitch really thinks he was in the right? He wasn’t. He’s not in the right at all. I can’t believe he’s trying to make excuses for every horrible thing he’s done to Mona. It’s despicable, and I won’t stand for it.
I pull my safety back to show Duarte I mean business, and he grimaces, knowing all too well that I’m not fucking around.
“Brother, you might want to reconsider your weapon of choice,” Eset states, trying to show me that by using my gun, it will alert more people than we’d care to.
She offers me a knife, and I gladly accept it. I slide my gun back under my suit jacket and wave the knife around in my hand. I want Duarte’s blood to start pumping. I want him to be scared. I want him to know that there’s nothing he can do that will change the outcome.
I want him to fucking squirm.
I have an ironclad grip on the handle as I lower myself over him. His chest rises and falls as fear courses through him, and I expect him to cause some sort of fuss. After all, he’s not foolish enough to willingly die, is he?
I’m still debating where I’m going to sink the knife, but I think as I’m doing it that wherever I choose will feel right.
“Stop this before it’s too late!” Duarte pleads with me, but we’re well past that point.
I use all my strength and shove the knife down, but he grabs my forearms in a desperate attempt to stop me. He’s using every bit of strength within him to make sure I don’t succeed, but Eset comes walking over and kicks him in the ribs. He instinctively jolts at what she’s done, which gives me enough room to jam the knife down in his throat.
