Page 59 of Insane Obsession

I blink, unsure where he’s going with this.

“Flower here doesn’t understand why we are obsessed with him.” Castor’s eyes drink mine in. “So he needs to know, brother. About us. About theotherpart of us.”

“He’s referring to your killing for hire,” Finn blurts.

My jaw hits the floor. “What?”

Finn roams my face with curiosity. “Do you always kill them?”

“Do I always—” My gaze darts back to my brother, who’s already watching me, frowning. “What the fuck did you tell him?”

Castor shrugs. “I gave him our latest case.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because I felt like it, B. Because Finn is part of our life now. Why do you call yourself Ringo? Because you fucking love screwing with people’s minds. Do you know what he loves doing, flower?” Castor turns Finn’s way. “He loves to torture them for hours. Tell him, B. Tell him how you drive them insane.”

“I’m not sure he?—”

“Please.”

“You truly want to know that, sweetheart?” I ask, catching the moment Finn’s eyes darken. He presses his lips in a thin line, nostrils flaring.

“Yes,” he whispers. He’s irresistible like this. Fuckingperfect.

“I think there’s a little freak hidden in your big heart somewhere.” I grin, pointing my chin to my brother. “You tell him.”

“Have you ever heard of the Chinese water torture?”

Finn frowns and shakes his head. “No?”

Castor’s mouth curls into a cruel smile. “My brother ties them up and sprinkles their heads with single drops of water and a lot of patience. It’s all it takes for them to crack. Child molesters, rapists, killers…” He clicks his finger. “Bran makes them dance. Just like that.”

The words make my cock throb in my pants. He’s right. They do crack. And fuck it, if that doesn’t make me hard. Every. Single. Time.

Finn licks his lips and turns my way. “You kill them with water?”

“Kill them? Oh no. I’m not a killer.” I wiggle my brows. “I’m a talker. And so are they, with time. In the beginning, they fight. Then they swear, and then they cry. Sweet, guilty tears. Then they beg.” I close my eyes and inhale deeply through my nostrils. “Such sweet pleas. So much creativity. So many lies. And then—” I stare back at him. “They go crazy.” I let out a laugh and jut my chin in Castor’s direction. “That’s when he comes in.”

“What do you do then?”

Castor shrugs. “I give them a choice. Always a choice.”

“Like you did with David?”

“Exactly sweetheart, like I did with David. The end result is the same—death. But they can choose how they go.”

“It’s only fair, don’t you think?” I smile his way.

Finn gives a hesitant nod. “I—uhm…but do you always kill them?”

“Yes. Always.” Leaning in, I kiss his hand and look up through my lashes. “Because they’ve been evil.”

“That’s—” He blushes, and I want to slide my hand between his legs and feel his cock. I bet he’s hard. Finn clears his throat. “An unusual business,” he finishes.

“Very,” Castor nods. “And lucrative. You know what I think, flower? That your clever brain would be perfect for finding these bad people.”

“Finding them?” Finn repeats.

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