Page 27 of Her Wicked Men

I opened the back door up, revealing the one man seated in there, and he nodded at me as I pushed Jeremy in.

“Listen, there must be some kind of—”

“Jeremy, shut the fuck up,” I stated as I climbed in after him, Zane quick to follow while I smiled pleasantly at him, my words not matching my expression.

I could see the confusion and fear dancing in his eyes as he shifted uneasily beside our guard, his knee bouncing as his eyes flicked around.

The door was shut from outside, and our driver pulled away, giving us the privacy we needed.

“So, Jeremy, what do you know about your family taking a woman from our property?” Zane cut straight to the point as he leaned forward, his legs spread as he steepled his hands.

“I don’t know anything, I swear.”

“Jeremy, I promised it’d be better than if you chose not to come with us, and I also promise lying to us is going to put your life at risk,” I stated as I plucked out the blade tucked inside my boot and twirled it.

Jeremy’s eyes widened like dinner plates, his lower lip trembling as his eyes jumped between Zane and I. He couldn’t decide who he was more terrified of. I didn’t blame him, theway Zane’s face was masked, his entire body motionless, his eyes focused on the weasel of a man—he was unreadable, and that made him terrifying.

I, on the other hand, was taking delight in making him squirm.

“Please, I don’t know anything, I—”

I shot forward, drawing a strangled cry from him as I slammed my hand into his chest and pinned him against the side of the limo, my blade at his throat.

“Listen, Jeremy, I know you’re lying. Your father is Stefano’s main man, you would know things,” I hissed, my lip curling up.

His eyes shook, the whites of them on full display as he whimpered. The Morettis would do well to lose this useless stain on their name. He was weak and cowardly, one of the reasons his own father didn’t strive to make him more important to the family. You couldn’t turn a Chihuahua into a Rottweiler, he was a neurotic mess at best with a bit of bark and useless bite.

“Tell us,” Zane’s voice was ice-cold, a bad sign for Jeremy.

“Please, I swear—”

I sighed as I moved my blade to his face, digging it into the thin flesh of his cheek as I started to carve.

He screamed as he tried to wiggle out of my grasp, but our guard was quick to hold him in place.

“This is your warning, Jeremy, don’t make me turn you into an art piece,” I said with feigned disappointment. I’d love to turn him into a piece of art to showcase just what would happen to those who crossed us.

I pulled the blade back as he hissed and whimpered, the bloody ‘V’ on his cheek making my lips set into a grim line.

“Best answer, Jeremy,” Zane said as he leaned back, rolling his head back as he flexed his hands. “Before I get pissed off.”

“Look, okay, there were talks. Rumors. Alfonzo and Riccardo’s boys wanted to avenge their fathers. Started turningsome of the family against one another,” Jeremy whimpered. “They were the ones behind the latest territory dispute.”

I glanced back at Zane, a slight frown marring his features.

“They killed the Carbone family,” I said as the realization hit me as to why those names sounded familiar.

“Yes,” Jeremy said as he attempted to nod, although the grip on his head from our guard made him wince.

“What are their names?” I asked, and something flickered behind his eyes.

Fear. He was afraid of his own so-called family? Then again, he’d be considered a rat for this. Rats didn’t survive in this life if they were discovered. And my little branding on his face was going to be a dead giveaway.

Maybe, it wasn’t my typical ‘K’.

“So they acted of their own accord? There’s turmoil within the family?” Zane clarified.

“Yes,” Jeremy hissed, his teeth gritting together.

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