Page 94 of Sinful Pleasure

Oh, I was going to enjoy this.

I lowered myself to his level, fighting the urge to end him right here and now. As I leaned closer, his swollen eyes cracked open briefly, and he winced in pain.

“We don’t need to make this uglier than it already is,” I said with a sadistic smile. “You know why you’re here. And if you’re smart, maybe you’ll get out alive.”

The man shook his head weakly, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed. “I have nothing to say.”

Oh, I love when they fight back. It only adds to the thrill. I pulled out my gun, and his battered face froze in fear as his gaze locked on the weapon.

“Do you even know who I am?”

“You’re Martin King’s younger son,” he stammered.

His eyes stayed glued to my gun as I twirled it in my hands, casually, deliberately. The fear etched deeper into his face with every passing second. It never gets old, watching them break. I cracked a dark, lazy smile, flicking off the safety and loading the gun.

He flinched, the chair creaking under him as he jumped.

I could practically hear his heart racing, pounding against his ribs, knowing his life could end at my whim. A fucked-up situation to be in, to be brutally honest.

“Do you want to know how many lives I’ve taken with this very gun?”

I pressed the cold muzzle against his forehead. He shut his eyes,trembling uncontrollably, sweat beading on his brow. Through his swollen lids, I swore I could see tears.

“Why would you think I’d spare yours?”

His lips moved, but no real words came out—just panicked gibberish, asif he were choking on his own fear.

“Either start talking, or I swear I’ll put a bullet through your fucking skull!” I roared, pressing my finger to the trigger.

Maybe it was the fear, or maybe something deeper like his guilty conscience, but the bastard broke. He started blubbering like a pathetic coward, tears streaming down his face.

“The Romano’s,” he sobbed, trembling violently, his eyes still clenched shut.

Of course, it was them. I should’ve seen it coming after the stunt they pulled at the meeting.

They’ve always wanted our place at the top. Being the second most powerful family in our business was never enough for them. They wanted everything—our power, our women, our people.

And now they want Allyn too. Idiots.

They should have thought twice before starting this with us. With me.

“They sent you to spy on the Delgado family’s house. Why?” I growled through clenched teeth, loosening my grip on the gun just enough to give him hope.

“I don’t know!” he said, tears streaking down his battered face as he shook his head frantically. “They paid me to follow Alicent Delgado!”

“Their aim is her daughter, isn’t it? Allyn Delgado?”

He nodded immediately, confirming what I already knew. But the question is why?

“Do you have anything else of value for me?”

“No, I swear, I told you everything I know!” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please!’’

A normal person might feel something—pity, maybe even a sliver of empathy. Staring at this man in his forties, begging for his life, most people would hesitate.

But I’m not normal. Never was, never will be.

I’m fucked up in ways this man couldn’t even imagine. If he could take aglimpse inside my head, he’d weep from the sheer agony of it.

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