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Usten’s eyes widen when I situate his chair in front of the barrel.
“Tell me who ordered you to attack Saoirse Murphy.” I may already know the answer, but want to get him talking. My words come out easily. I’m calm and collected, though my heart is pounding in my chest.
The urge to kill is strong as I picture the purple marks that were wrapped around the delicate throat of my princess. I can’t kill him though. Not yet.
Usten doesn’t respond.
I squeeze his shoulder with one hand. The other grips a tuft of hair and I pull his head back. He’s bled enough that he’s too weak to fight me much. I place a rag over his face, then reach into the barrel to grab the pitcher floating along the top.
His eyes go wide. I chuckle, dumping the water over his mouth and nose. When the container is empty, I release his head and remove the rag so he can catch his breath.
“Where is Vladimir Vasiliev?”
“I don’t know!” He cries out into the air. “I’m low on the chain. I was given an order. That’s it.”
“What was the order?”
He shakes his head. He won’t tell me.
“YA znayu, chto on planiruyet zhenit’sya na ney. Skazhi mne, gde on,”I say.I know he plans to marry her. Tell me where he is.
“Nyet.”No.
I sigh, then place the rag over his face again.
The basement door flings open before I can pour water over Usten again. Footsteps clatter. Business shoes on metal stairs as my visitors descend.
Callum leads the group. There are two men and a woman with him. They’re all dressed in suits, and of course, I recognize one of them.
“Wasn’t expecting visitors,” I say.
My eyes land on the governor. The fucker grins at me, his eyes wide with excitement. He brings his hand up and gives me an enthusiastic wave. If I still had that blade in my hand, I’d have thrown it at his eye.Smug prick.
“The governor was kind enough to ask his good friends to join us this evening,” Callum says. He narrows his eyes at me, then turns his gaze to Usten.
Corbin, the baby-faced asshole, steps forward, circling my prey. I step aside and let him. I’m more concerned about the company he’s brought.
The woman is tall, almost as tall as the man beside her. She’s got striking blue eyes, despite the unwelcoming frown and scrunched eyebrows plastered on her face. Her blonde hair is frizzy and pulled back into a bun, and the blazer she’s wearing is so tight it’s about to rip if she flexes her strong shoulders.
I dip my head, turning toward the male. He’s tall and physically built too, but I already know between the two of them, I’d take him easily compared to her. Her blonde hair and blue eyes are a contrast to his brown hair and brown eyes.
“Has he talked yet?” Corbin asks, coming to stand in front of Usten.
“Haven’t gotten much yet. Been busy drawing pretty pictures into his body,” I say. “We were just getting started on swimming lessons.”
The woman snickers, the corner of her lips twitching.
I reach for a pair of pliers on the table. “What do you say, Usten? Shall we pause your swim class and give you a manicure?”
Usten spits on the ground, toward Corbin’s polished loafers. It’s mixed with saliva and blood. “Fuck you, you Irish prick.”
I step forward. “Where is Vladimir?”
“Fucking your mother,” Usten says through a heavy breath.
I clench my hand around the pliers I’m holding and throw a punch to his eye. “My mother is dead,” I lie. “Try again.”
He lets out a pained groan, his head lolling forward.
