Page 107 of The Butterfly Killer

He seemed to forget Marcus and Roman were there to be dealt with. It wasn’t until he turned around after almost pulling out his hair and saw them that he realized he still had an audience.

“What are you waiting for? Take them to the fucking pool house!”

The men awkwardly shuffled around Miguel who was seemingly having a breakdown. From Marcus was gathering, Miguel and his brother didn’t own this house and were indebted to the nephew.

Marcus would have laughed if he wasn’t in this current situation. Miguel being pushed to his limits wasn’t going to be good for them.

The pool house wasn’t as nice as the main house, but it was nicer than any home Marcus had ever lived. The large living room bled into the kitchen and small dining area. There was a door at the end of the small hallway that probably lead to the bedroom and the joining bathroom.

The men pulled out two chairs from the breakfast bar and shoved them into them. They were tied with rope around the ankles and chest.

One of the men tsked. “I hope this doesn’t take long. I have a date with Nina.”

The other man snickered. “Nina? She’s making the rounds.”

The man with the date with Nina sent him a glare. Marcus got the brunt of the man’s anger as he tightened the ropes even more. Marcus grimaced.

Roman stared at the man like he was going to put a hole through his head by doing so. The man caught Roman’s glare and got up into Roman’s face.

“The fuck you looking at?” Before the man could utter a baseless threat, the pool house’s doors flew open hard enough to take them off the hinges.

“—he’s got some fucking nerve to come around here! The next time I see him, Dante, I swear I’m going to?—”

“Calm down,” Dante snarled as he followed Miguel through the door.

He grabbed Miguel by the arm and pulled him back from trying to charge toward Marcus and Roman.

“You’re too soft on him. Who do you think taught him everything he knows? Who punished him? Who urged him to take a stance?” Miguel got up into Dante’s face. “I did you favor. I can do you another favor by taking out that brat.”

Dante’s face turned red. “If you touch a single hair on his head, Miguel, I swear I’ll make anything you’ve done seem likedos besos.”

Miguel snickered. “Sure,manito.”

Dante hit Miguel across the face. Miguel didn’t even stumble from the hit that looked like it might have broken his neck.

Miguel kept his face turned away from where Marcus and the others could see. He slowly lifted his hand to his face.

“I’ve dealt with your disrespect since we were children. I’ve made excuses for you and I’ve protected you when I could have made an example of you.” Dante grabbed Miguel by the scruff of his nape. He yanked him close so he could say something in his ear.

Miguel went rigid. His hands clenched into fists.

Dante shoved him back. “Get rid of these pieces of shit and I just might rethink drowning you in the fucking pool.”

Dante turned around and slammed through the door again. Miguel stood with his hand on his bleeding nose. He snarled to himself before wiping the blood on the front of his shirt.

He turned his murderous gaze to the group watching him.

“Get. Out,” he growled between clenched teeth to the men.

No one moved.

“I said get out!”

The men stumbled over their feet to leave the pool house. When they were gone, Miguel turned his back to Roman and Marcus. He wiped his face roughly before he turned around again.

The manic look in his eyes told everything Marcus needed to know. This was no longer Miguel. This was the Butterfly Killer.

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