Page 15 of Toxic Things I Love About You

“Roman, be nice to Mr. Walter. I need him to explain because it seems my cousin just confirmed this isn’t wrong.”

There was that cunning that I wanted to see from my beautiful butterfly.

“I won’t be talking any more. Fuck you. Your business, your family, will sink once and for all,” he said.

I removed the ice pick and pressed it against his hand this time.

“You will be talking. Tell her what her uncle has planned. Tell her why you have her products.”

His eyes flicked from me to the icepick, and he never saw her coming.

Fucking hell, I never even saw her grab the lighter, but she scorched off his eyebrow and blew at the fire just before it caught his beautiful head of hair on fire.

“Want to lose the other one?” she asked.

The guy was panting, and the skin on his forehead was an angry pink.

“What the fuck?”

Emilee shrugged and bent closer to him.

“Would you say that Daddy was a nice man?”

The guy’s eyes flicked between her and me.

“Is that why you want to hurt me? Because Daddy wasn’t a nice man? His soul was black. He didn’t care who he hurt. I’d say sorry, but I was taught to never be sorry.”

She took the lighter and held it to his ear until he started to damn near cry.

“I take it back, fucking get her away from me. Fucking hell. She’s crazier than her old man. Fuck.”

Sweat ran down his cheek and Emilee reached for a drop.

“Oh, poor baby. Did that hurt?”

I stood back. This guy was a businessman, not some kind of coldhearted killer. I doubted he had any clue how to act right now. I just stood there because she was doing just fine on her own.

“Fuck you, you crazy slut.”

That was exactly what he shouldn’t have said.

“Oh, goody. Let’s do the other eyebrow,” she said, still leaning into his face.

I wasn’t sure if he would spit at her, but I was willing to wait and see if he did, what she would do in return.

His shrieks sounded just like a girl’s and I cringed.

“Fuck,” he cried.

When she pulled away, his face had a lot more than just a missing eyebrow.

“Romy-poo, if it’s bubbling is that a good or bad thing?”

This time he was crying and blubbering. The sweat was pouring like champagne at a party.

“Fine. Fine. Here. This is all I know. Fuck, get her away from me. Fuck. Let me go and I’ll fucking take you to your uncle. He’s been holding meetings weekly to talk about business. Like, for two months now?”

He stopped talking as the tears ran a little thicker. Emilee lit the small torch lighter again and when he started talking again, she let it go out.

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