AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I think they’re searching for a tracking device on Paul’s body because the cuts are strategically placed and only deep enough to find the type of devices he’s known for using—close to the surface. A small metal rod implant, as Jax mentioned in the meeting leading up to today.
Paul must hear me because as I stride closer, out of the shadows, my footsteps echoing around us, he lifts his head.
Can he even see me?
His eyes are swollen and basically glued together with blood.
I walk over to where Lorenzo is standing.
“What did you find out?”
“Nothing yet, but you’re here just in time.” He flashes a sinister grin. “The fun is about to start.”
Paul’s trying to appear strong, but he’s not fooling anyone.
Not with the way his hands shake beneath the rope that ties him to the chair.
He’s fucked, and he knows it.
He’s a dead man.
No matter what he says, Lorenzo will kill him.
How painful will it be? Well, that’s yet to be decided. I’m sure if he cooperates, maybe (and that’s a big maybe) Lorenzo will take mercy on him and give him a quick and painless death.
Doubt it.
I nod to Lorenzo to begin, and then I move to get closer.
When I’m standing directly in front of him, I look down at his mangled, bloody body. “You can make this easy or hard. Your choice.”
“Fuck you, pretty boy,” he responds.
He spits out blood, barely missing my shoe.
“Very well. Hard it is.” I nod again, and this time, Lorenzo steps beside me with a cleaver.
“For every question you don’t answer, you lose a finger,” he says casually as if he’s talking about what he plans on eating later.
Paul spits toward us again. He’s so weak right now, he misses for a second time. The blood and saliva hit the floor.
“Did you try to kill Payton?” I ask. Hard. Tense. Waiting for his answer.
When he doesn’t give one, the cleaver is lifted.
The instinctual urge to turn away and let Lorenzo handle this grips me, but I don’t. In the corner of the room, Matteo, Tobias, and Cyrus stand. They are here for support, but this is my girl.
My plan.
My revenge.
I need to go all the way.
With a quick look to me for confirmation, Lorenzo steps up. He’s ready. The cleaver raises right over Paul’s hand.
“You may want to hold the finger out,” Lorenzo drawls. “I can’t promise I won’t chop off more otherwise.”
Within a second, a bloodcurdling scream rings through the air. Blood splatters everywhere. I look down.
