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He makes a noise, but eventually, he blinks once, and I release him from the ball gag.

“You stupid fucking whore. You’re dead. Do you hear me? Dead.”

“Of course, I hear you, and I’ll be sure to take everything you said into account. Now let’s get to the good part. Who sent you and why?”

“Fuck you.”

I sigh and stand. “I can see you’d rather your family deal with your shit. That’s cool and all. Your choice. I’m not here to judge you,” I tell him, slipping on the black sneakers I left out.

“You are nothing but Cirillo’s whore.”

“Hmm…if you say so.”

“He will not be allowed to walk free. You will die for your hand in it.”

“Just to be clear, we’re talking about Calix?”

He frowns, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“You are his lawyer,” he tells me.

“Ah, right. I forgot about that. So, you were sent to kill me, Calix’s lawyer, and this would somehow keep Calix locked up? I’ll be honest, there are way too many holes in your story. Now, I don’t think you seem all that smart, so you might believe this. But whoever sent you knows as well as I do that this is not how the justice system works. My death matters little in this. After all, I’m replaceable. So either this is just about revenge, or the person who sent you knows more than they’re telling you.”

“You know nothing, you—”

“Whore, got it. I’m bored of listening to you now, so how about I talk for a little bit? See, I don’t need you to tell me who sent you. That burn mark on the webbing between your thumb and forefinger tells me exactly who you work for.”

He curses before spitting at me. He misses by a mile, but I still look at him with disdain.

“You came here to eliminate me. The silencer was a nice touch, but you gave yourself away with the sneakers. If you had taken the time to check this place out, you’d know that as a five-star hotel, they take themselves very seriously, as they should for the price tag. The only question I really wanted answered was if you were here because of Calix or because you know who I am. But I think you already answered that.”

I pick up the black leather mask and the leash with the buckle from the bed and walk back over to him so he can see me. He watches me warily, likely wondering what the fuck I’m doing.

“I’m gonna go now since it seems my location has been leaked.”

“Let me go.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. You didn’t tell me anything I wanted to know.”

He looks at the mask as I move closer. He shakes his head. “No. I’ll tell you, okay? Kypianos sent me.”

I frown. “The Kypianos family, one of the five power families sent you?” He nods rapidly.

“That brand on your hand tells me Santos owns you, so what exactly are you doing working for them?”

“Santos is dead.”

I grin at that and ignore his struggles as I slip the mask over his face and fasten it. The only thing visible now is his mouth.

“Is he really?”

He pauses for a second, and it’s enough for me to start laughing.

“You fool. I think, at this point, I’m actually doing you a favor. Santos never really did like sharing his toys.”

I wrap the leash around his throat and tighten it before leaning closer.

“I told you I’d let us both walk away if you didn’t piss me off, and unfortunately for you, you pissed me off the second you opened your mouth. Now, I’m sure you’re used to dealing with the big boys. But let me tell you, you’ve seen nothing until you’ve dealt with a woman. I’m going to leave you here to be found by housekeeping. With your dick in a cage, a fancy gimp mask on your face, and a leash around your neck, the police will think it’s a sex game gone horribly wrong. Shocking perhaps, but not unheard of.”

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