Page 110 of Sinning for Santa

“We can do this one of two ways. Either you tell me freely where your daughter is, or I force it out of you.” I pace to the glass doors that lead out to a narrow balcony, and notice the smudge of a handprint on the glass.

It could be Presley’s. Or it could be Jaxcen’s.

I grit my teeth again, turning back to my girl’s father.

“You can’t just come in here and threaten me.”

“Can’t I?” I shrug, glancing at my cousin.

“It looks like you already have.” He smirks, leaning against the bench, and I nod, dragging my gaze back to Jaxcen’s dad.

“Yep. Looks like I have. So what’s it going to be? The easy way? Or the hard way?”

“Don’t you know who I am?” he yells, but I fucking snap.

“DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” I roar, storming forward, my gun raised, and I stalk him as he shuffles backwards until his back hits the far wall. “You’ll fucking regret not answering my questions!”

Mr Summers’ face turns red in fear as I press the barrel of my gun to his temple, and Liam chuckles behind me.

“Don’t you know what happens if you don’t cooperate with a Marx?”

“A-a-a M-Marx?”

“Yes.” I seethe. “A fucking Marx. Wanna take a stab at which one I am?”

Trembling, Mr Summers shakes his head, but fuck that, I’m gonna introduce myself anyway.

“I’m the fucking devil.”

He baulks, the redness washing away from his face as he turns ghost white.

“Looks like he’s heard of you.” Finn snickers.

“W-why do you want m-my daughter?” Mr Summers stutters again, and I fucking grin.

“Because she gives the best head I’ve ever fucking had.”

Finn curses while Liam laughs and Jaxcen’s dad sputters in disbelief.

“Are you gonna make me ask again?”

“You! You’re the one who defiled her. You left those marks on her neck.”

I nod, fucking proudly, flashing him a cheesy smile. “Wanna know how many times she came around my cock while I sucked on her neck?”

“Stop it.” He squeezes his eyes shut like that will stop him from hearing.

“Did she show you the one on her inner thigh, right near her puss—”

A weak punch lands on my jaw, and I fucking roar laughing, before returning the fucking favour.

The crunch of his nose is loud, and blood sprays out, his wailing piercing as he falls to his knees in pain.

“Where the fuck is she?”

Shaking his head in refusal, I realise he’s not going to cave easily, so I turn back to Finn and hold out my hand. “My shears.”

“Ha-haaa. Now we’re talking.” Liam celebrates the fact there’s about to be a whole lot of blood in the room.

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