Page 109 of Mob Princess

“Bullshit.”

“If it is, it doesn’t matter either way. I have a gun to your forehead. You’re going to answer my questions.”

“You won’t shoot me.”

“Won’t I?”

I pull the gun from her forehead, shoot her right foot, and put it back to her forehead before she probably even felt me move it the first time. My grandfather gave me this before I moved to New York for college. He insisted the silencer remain on it anytime it wasn’t in the case. It’s an awkward size, but if I’m in a situation where I need the silencer, I’m probably in a situation where there won’t be time to put one on. In this case, I’m glad I came prepared.

She falls backwards onto the sofa and opens her mouth. I squeeze her throat as I rest my weight on one knee beside her.

“Scream, and I’ll put this down your throat and blow the back of your head off whether or not you give me information.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d rather not. Sean refuses to share me.”

“He and I were monogamous, too.”

“Yeah. And you fucked for fourteen months. He let you go to his studio. He met you at his BDSM club, then shared a fuck pad with you when he let you come over. But you’ve never been to any of his homes. You’ve never been in any of his beds. I live with him already. Why? Because he wants me all day and all night. There’s no turning off his desire for me.”

I’m baiting her. I know my brother can hear this, and I don’t give a shit if he gets insights into my sex life. Maybe he’ll let Colt know I wasn’t a prude. He just couldn’t get me off.

“What do you want?”

“Answers.”

She’s not cooperating, but neither does she want to keep hearing me throw Sean’s feelings for me in her face. She must know I’m telling the truth. That begs the question how does she know about us?

“Who told you about us?”

“No one. I saw you together.”

“Stalking Sean?”

“No. I was on a run, and I saw the two of you having breakfast in a restaurant I pass. I happened to look in and saw him kiss you.”

“And that pissed you off.”

“I couldn’t give a shit about you with him. You won’t last. Look at you and look at me. He saw me three times a week for more than a year.”

“That’s four days a week he didn’t see you. There was never a week where he saw you every day. We’ve been inseparable. Hard for him to go back to you when he refuses to let go of me. He adamantly refuses to consider bringing another woman into our sex life. I’m not worried that I’m not permanent. Why’d you get involved with someone kidnapping him?”

“Because they asked me to.”

“Asked or told.”

“Asked, and I said yes.”

“If you’re so confident he’d come back to you on his own, why would you endanger him? Why would you help someone hurt him? Why would you make him hate you? There’s no way he’s going to want to be anywhere near you, let alone screw you.”

“He doesn’t know I had anything to do with it.”

“It was a good thing you were pretty if you were really that stupid.” Past tense because she’s not coming out of this alive with that attitude. “Why?”

“Because he shouldn’t have ended things. I was going to be there to help him recover from this.”

“But you already knew about me. Am I next?”

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