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JOEY
Killian Morago has always been a jealous little prick. Even as young kids growing up in the same town and at the same school, he was always causing some form of trouble.
He thought he was invincible because his dad was some wealthy, powerful drug lord who could get convicted criminals to crumble under his stare.
But Killian, on the other hand, didn’t quite inherit his father’s ‘charm.’
“So did she say anything?”
“About Caleb,” I shake my head.
The only reason Killian is on my team is because Michael told me I had to otherwise I wouldn’t be getting a penny for my services.
I’m still surprised we haven’t managed to kill each other yet.
The smug bastard rolls his eyes. “What a fucking cunt. She’s lucky I don’t strap a knife to my dick and take her from behind with it.”
An uncalled-for wave of protectiveness washes over me and nearly pushes me off balance. I send Killian a nasty look,but the prick is too much of a moron to put two—and—two together.
“I’m just saying: we need to up our game if Ezra Maya is going to confess.”
“And we will,” I say. “But fucking her in the ass with a knife is not the way to do it.”
When it comes to torturing someone, you have to be strategic. You have to have a plan.
A good plan.
“Hey, Killian,” I turn to him. “Wipe that pompous look off your face before I come over there and fucking cut it off,” I snap.
That finally seems to shut him up.
“Can I at least have another stab at her, boss?”
I cough up a groan.
Guess I spoke too soon.
* * *
“Would you like to talk now,” I ask.
Ezra shakes her head. “There isn’t anything to talk about, Joey.”
“You really expect me to believe that?”
“Believe me or don’t,” she says. “I couldn’t care less. But you aren’t just here to watch me, so what is it you really want?”
I walk over, and she doesn’t even flinch when I come within inches of her.
“I think we both know what I want,” I whisper.
She looks up at me, not an ounce of emotion in her eyes.
“Your boy already took care of that.”
I take a step back, confused.