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“No, Felicia, I'm not delusional. I'm only accepting who I am...who I've always been,” I tilt my head at her, “TheseSinners,as you call them, have been trying to keep me safe all this time. Keeping me safe fromyou! So, tell me, how are they the bad guys? What does that make you?”
“You still don't fucking get it, do you? You guys are dumber than we thought!” our prisoner spits. The spray of spit hitting me in the face.
I press the blade to her neck, and she shrieks just before I notice the trickle of blood on her neck. I loosen my hold, “Mind your fucking manners. I'm not afraid to stab this knife right through you. It can't be any worse than when I took out Brett.” I grind out, starting to lose my patience with the bitch, “Why?” I simply ask.
“Why did we threaten you?” She glares at me.
I've got to give it to her. Felicia is holding up pretty well, even with the knife to her throat. I feel there is more to this bitch than we all thought. She's not just a pawn in this game of cat and mouse. The realization hits me...Felicia Howard is the Cat herself.
I take in a shuddering breath, yanking the knife away immediately. I don't trust myself not to plunge the razor edge of the blade into her neck, draining the life from this bitch. We still have questions, and she has the answers we need. Her death is not possible just yet.
“What is it, Kitty Cat?” Oakley stares at me with concern.
I let my eyes wander over each of the Lords, mainly to give me time to form a coherent sentence, “It's her...”
“What about her, Little Saint?” Fynn takes a step closer to me, and I hold the knife out for him to take.
“I may kill her if I continue holding that,” I explain.
“What is it?” Fynn asks, his brows furrowing.
“Felicia...” I glare back at the bitch, “She's the one that started it all.”
The Saint's President smirks knowingly but remains silent. The look in her eyes tells me that I'm right. Jett walks over and takes hold of her hair, yanking it back roughly. He spits into her face and glares.
“We should kill you here and now,” his voice is deadly and has the effect he wants.
Felicia loses her smirk when she realizes just how serious Jett is, “You w-wouldn't!”
“Wouldn't I, though?” The sinister tone behind Jett's words causes a chill to run down my own spine. “Depending on your cooperation will determine whether you keep your life...or not.”
Felicia's round eyes meet mine, “See what I mean? The Lords of Sin are savages, and their offspring are no better!”
Her words anger me, “You're a fucking hypocrite, Felicia! Not only was your father a Lord of Sin, but your mother fucked them as their Lady. Let's not forget her part in raping her innocent friend just to appease her Lords!”
Oakley pulls me back from her. I hadn't realized that I had moved closer to her, but he noticed, along with the rage burning inside me. I nod at him once I have myself in check and watch as he turns to the little bitch.
“Why are you coming after us, Felicia. Stop fucking around and answer the damn question!” Oakley growls out.
Felicia remains silent.
“Why did you send the video to Dani?” Fynn asks a question of his own.
She looks at him, a shadow of a smile playing on her lips, “You were getting too close. We had to try and turn your attention elsewhere. Who better than the one person who bears Simone's last name?”
“Are you telling us that Dani really didn't have a hand in any of this?” Guilt is already rising from the pit of my stomach.
Felicia snorts, “Please, that girl has a brain the size of a pea. The only thing she cared about was how to get into her best friend's pants.” The smirk is back on her face as she looks me up and down, “I honestly don't see why everyone is so gaga over you. You ain't shit...”
Jett doesn't give two shits who she is. Still holding her hair, he slaps her across the face, “Catalina is more woman than you can ever dream to be.”
Felicia licks the blood from the corner of her mouth, then stares back at me, “Like I said...savages.”
I take a few deep breaths to calm myself before asking her my next question. I step closer, my legs now between her spread ones. My face is blank, “Where does Chris fit into all of this? We know he's Kevin Douglas's son, so why are you not going after him?”
“Instead, you fuck him...” Oakley adds in.
Felicia's expression changes to one of what looks like concern, “He's nobody. Chris knows nothing, so you can just leave him alone.”
