Page 20 of Stiletto's Savior

“Look at me!” he barks, his presence suffocating.

I force my gaze upward, meeting dark eyes that burn with intensity.

“Why are you asking me things I don’t know?” I manage, my voice trembling.

“Where’s my fucking grandson,” His question strikes like a slap.

“God, I don’t know,” I plead, but my words seem to vanish into the air.

The heaviness presses down, dragging me further into despair.

“I don’t believe you. You’re nothing better than a no good, rotten biker whore.” He takes a step closer, and I shrink back, the wall digging into my spine.

“Please,” I whisper again, my cracked lips barely forming the word.

“You’re going to regret not speaking up. I’ll make sure of it.” His tone drips with malice, a promise of pain yet to come.

In that moment, I realize—I might not survive whatever comes next.

Before I can blink, he lunges at me.

A hand grips my throat, nails digging into soft skin, lifts me up and slams me against the cold concrete wall.

Pain radiates through my back and my wrists.

“Tell me the fucking truth!” His breath smells of smoke and something rancid.

Fear twists in my gut.

“I-I don’t know. I w-wish I did, but I don’t,” I choke out, struggling for air.

My vision blurs at the edges.

“Don’t play games with me.” He leans in closer, eyes narrowing.

They’re dark, swirling pools of malicious intent.

“Please... I swear...” I rasp, desperation clawing at my throat.

“Your words mean nothing.” He tightens his grip, squeezing until stars dance in my vision.

“Stop! I can’t—” My voice cracks, panic rising like bile.

“Then start talking.” His grip eases just enough for me to gasp. “Or I won’t show you any fuckin’ kindness.”

I swallow hard, heart pounding louder than the thud of his boots on the floor.

I search for an answer, but all I find is darkness.

“Think carefully.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes—it’s predatory.

“Please... I swear I don’t know where he is.”

The truth spills from my lips, but it feels too fragile to hold.

“You’re lying.” His eyes flash with anger. “You have to know something.”

I shake my head, tears threatening to spill over.

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