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Breathing heavily, I pull my fist away and lean back until I’m kneeling upright over his corpse.
I always wondered if I could do that.
I tip my head to the side and watch as deep red arterial blood pools in the crevice over his heart and the organ squeezes one final time.
The sound of someone vomiting cuts through the silence.
Some of the men make sounds of disapproval as they drag the second man back a step, away from his regurgitated dinner splattered on the floor.
I sigh, and placing my hand below the blood-filled wound, I push myself up and away from the corpse.
I open and close my fist around the soiled brass knuckles, loosening my fingers, as I step up to Living Room Guy. “Guess you’re the one that will do the talking.”
CHAPTER65
Living Room Guy
Jesus fucking Christ.
Dominic Fucking Gonzalez stares at me with his cold blue eyes.
I try to step back, to flinch away. But these fuckers don’t budge.
Dom steps closer, and I have to fight not to puke again.
He…
I fight off a gag.
He just fucking punched his way through Hendry’s chest.
And he did it without making a fucking sound.
“I’ll tell you!” I cry out before he can come any closer. “Our-our handler is a dude who goes by the name Casey. His number always changes, but he’ll text my phone tomorrow to check in.”
Dom nods once and flexes his hand around the bloody brass knuckles. “I’m assuming there’s some sort of confirmation code so he knows it’s you.”
I keep my eyes on his hand. “Keep me alive, and I’ll type it in myself.”
The mafia kingpin makes a humming sound like he’s considering it. “Seems like a hassle.”
My legs start to shake.
“I have something else.” My voice gets more frantic with each word as he takes a step closer.
“What’s that?” Dom asks me.
I force my gaze up to meet his. “Whoever hired us, they wanted you to think someone else was behind it.”
“Who?”
“Someone named Hans,” I tell him. I don’t know what that name is supposed to mean, but Dom lifts a brow.
“They want me to believe that some human trafficking asshole is hiring thugs to kill me?”
“I don’t know, man!” I try to convince him. “I’ve never even heard that name before.”
“What were your instructions exactly?” he asks me.
