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"You," he hisses as he steps forward. The anger that flashes through his eyes has my stomach churning. "You are the reason my son is dead."
"I'm sorry," I say. I'm starting to worry. My words are still slurred, and there's so much pain on my face that I'm wondering if something is seriously wrong with me. With all the pain, I should feel some movement, but I don't. It's as though my nose, mouth, and eyes are frozen in place. Fear creeps up my throat. I have no fucking idea what happened. I can't remember much except for that man who dragged me from my car.
"Sorry?" he growls, raising his arm with the cane and bringing it down on my thighs.
I choke out a pained cry as the tops of my thighs begin to smart. God, why is he hurting me?
"You're fucking sorry?" Over and over again he uses his cane as though it's a whip, bringing it down on my legs, rotating between my upper thighs and my knees. "You stupid whore. You should have just stayed with Harry. You would have been set for life."
I shake my head, my body trembling, tears falling thick and fast. "He cheated on me," I croak. "He was awful. I couldn't stay with him."
"You bitch," he snaps. "You fucking bitch. He had needs. Needs that you couldn't satisfy. Had you lost the weight, he may have been satisfied instead of being sympathetic. You fucked that biker, and because of you, they killed my boy."
I cry out as he continues to hit me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want them to."
"Do you have any idea what that animal did to him?" he seethes. "Do you?"
I bow my head. I'm in too much pain and there's no way he's going to stop. He's going to kill me. I know that in my gut. He's going to seek revenge for his son's death.
"They burned him alive," he yells. "They fucking burned him while he was alive. I couldn't identify him. They had to use his dental records."
I swallow back bile. I had no idea Gray did that. I didn't ask. I knew he'd never tell me.
"Look at me, you fucking whore," he screams, and I raise my head. Through my tears, I can see he's beyond angry. His face is red, his lips pulled into a harsh snarl. I pull in a sharp breath as he once again raises his cane. This time, he doesn't hit my legs. No, he slashes his hand out and smashes me in the face.
Once again, the darkness pulls me under, thankfully taking the pain away as it does.
CHAPTER27
REAPER
"He's late," Makenna snaps as she taps her foot against the white tiled floor. "I fucking despise lateness."
We're in the waiting area of Jacobson's office. It reminds me of a doctor's office. It's white and sterile.
"The fuck is he?" Ace snarls. "I'm not going to wait around while this fucker has us running through hoops. He agreed to this meet, so where the fuck is he?"
Makenna turns on her heel and marches up to the receptionist, who is Bujar's wife. She's still here. She's been pleasant as can be, especially considering she knows we had her husband held hostage for a few hours. She's lucky he's alive.
"Mrs. Muka," Makenna says politely, although you can hear the impatience in her voice. "Where is he?"
The woman glances around. "I do not know," she tells us. "He was supposed to be here for your meeting, but he did not show up. I have been calling and calling him, but there's no answer."
"Where do you think he is?" Dante asks, flashing her a smile, much to his wife's annoyance.
She lifts her shoulders and shrugs. "I do not know," she repeats again. "If I did, I'd tell you."
Now I'm all for giving people the benefit of the doubt, but there's something about this woman that has me on edge.
"So, if I were to call my brothers and have them pay Bujar a visit, that wouldn’t change your mind?” I say, and Ace smirks. "See, from what your husband told us, you know everything there is to know about Harry Jacobson and his business."
The woman's entire demeanor changes. Gone is the fake friendly façade. In its place is a scowl as she glares at us all. "You think I don't know what you have done?" she hisses. "That you are all to blame for the death of my family, for the death of my friends and their families."
Makenna's not one to beat around the bush. "Had they not come for me and my family, we wouldn't have come for them. It's a two-way street, lady. You don’t fuck with us, and we won't fuck with you. You come at me, I come back at you a hundred times harder. Your friends and family learned the hard way."
I grin at the venom in Makenna's voice. She doesn't play around when it comes to her family or her business.
"As someone who is so deep in the world of Harry Jacobson, it's convenient that he decided to work with the Albanians, wouldn't you say?"
