Page 98 of Emperor of Lust

Good. Saves me the trouble of introductions.

I’m out of the chair and on him in three steps. Donahue bleats as I grab him by the collar and slam him down on the desk so hard the papers he was holding scatter like leaves. He barely manages a yelp before I’ve twisted his arm behind him, locked in a hold that has him helpless, his jowly cheek against the wood.

“You son of a bitch!” he roars. “You son of a?—”

“Quiet,” I snarl through clenched teeth, twisting his arm a little tighter. “Or I’ll rip this arm off and fucking gag you with it.”

He shudders, panting heavily as I bend down to glare at him.

“My friend was here last night,” I spit, my face inches from his. “And he somehow didn’t manage to find his way home afterward. Where is he.”

“You piece of shit,” he squawks, struggling against my grip. He’s pinned. Pathetic. Weak, just like his shitty excuse for a son.

“You blackmailed my sister,” I say, my voice a low, dangerous hiss, “after your son tried to rape her.”

His face contorts in rage. “You killed my son!” he bellows, the veins in his neck bulging.

“That I did, Ambassador,” I smile as I lean down closer to him. “And you know what?”

He gulps.

“Go ahead. Ask mewhat.”

His eyes run over my face, flickering as he starts to truly understand what he’s dealing with.

Madness.

An attraction to violence and havoc.

A man who would literally rip his limbs off right now, and then go have a nice quiet lunch.

He swallows thickly. “What,” he chokes.

I grin savagely. “I’d do it again,” I whisper, venom seeping into my words. “And again, and again.”

Donahue keeps trying to wriggle out of my grip, squirming like a stuck pig. No. He’s not going anywhere.

“You think I’d tell you?!” he snarls. “You think I’d help you after what you did?!”

“See, that’sexactlywhat I think,” I smile, my hand tightening on his arm, bending it at an unnatural angle. He chokes out a scream as I force him harder against the desk, pressing my full weight on him.

“Tell me where Damian is,” I demand, my tone icy yet calm. “Or I’ll kill you, just like I killed your pathetic son.”

He freezes, his breathing ragged. I feel tension bleed through his body as the threat settles in. He starts to crack. Slowly, he lifts his head.

“I… I don’t know where he’s being held,” he whispers. “But I know who took him.”

My eyes narrow. “Start. Talking.”

Donahue looks away, defeated. Broken. “I’m…working with Kolya Ishida.”

It takes every ounce of control not to shatter his wrist right here. This scum, working with the Ishida-kai, pulling strings like he’s some puppet master. I tighten my grip on his arm, forcing him to look at me.

“Keep going,” I hiss.

His eyes flicker with fear. “Kolya…had a man who was spying on him once. I was there, I saw it.” He’s babbling, the words spilling out. “Kolya brought him to a warehouse near the harbor to torture him.”

I lean closer. “Where,” I breathe. “Beveryspecific.”

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