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Pulling the knife back slightly, I tell him how it’s going to go.

“You have thirty seconds to tell me everything about Anastasia Crowne. If you’re a good boy, then I’ll make this quick. If not, I’ll be cutting and stitching you up for fucking days. The choice is yours.”

More tears roll down his cheeks, as he accepts that this is his end, but he finally gives me what I need.

“She became a lawyer for the sole purpose of destroying your family.”

Wow. That’s some fucking dedication right there. If I weren’t seeing red over the ‘destroying my family’ part, I’d be impressed. Really fucking impressed.

“Continue,” I order, and he does, earning himself a pat on the head.

“What do you want to know?”

I chuckle darkly.

“Everything. There is no detail too tedious. I want to know everything about her.”

More tears flow, and I am aware this is painful for him emotionally, as well as physically. Not long after I strapped him to my table, he swore he wouldn’t tell me anything, because he’s in love with her. When faced with torture, love often vanishes. Few men, not of my world, would stay silent, and accept the brutality of my constant slicing. A man like Theo never stood a chance. Poor sap.

“Her father is dead. Mother lives in a trailer park alone. No siblings. Doesn’t date. She’s completely focused on work.”

By work, I assume he means taking down my family, which would never fucking happen.

“What does she know?”

He tries to shift uncomfortably, but he’s stuck. Blowing out a long breath, he tries to calm his nerves, still appearing to be in a fit of terror.

“I don’t- don’t know everything, but she knows where your warehouse is,” he stammers pathetically.

I stare at him, a question on my tongue, but he figures out what it is, before I have a chance to speak again.

“The weapons one. She watches sometimes, and has a notebook for documenting her investigation. She never lets it out of her sight at work, so I don’t know everything she has found. Her goal is to get enough, and hand it over to the DA, hoping he will put a special team together to prosecute.”

Running my free hand over my beard, I grin at the man I’m seconds away from killing. I’m still pissed, but also excited. Her torture will be far worse than his. Anastasia Crowne, my little lamb, will regret ever hearing the Bonetti name. I have no idea what caused her to zero in on us, but it doesn’t matter. Regardless of the reason, her pain will be excruciating.

CHAPTER THREE

PSYCHO

I watch her smile, and collect her coffee from the register of Mounds Coffee Company, which I happen to think is a poorly named business. She smiles, and laughs, with the man at the counter, completely fucking oblivious to the man watching her.

Her killer.

I’m not Reaper. I don’t go searching for people to kill, because their eyes look interesting when they die. I’m also not fucking pussy whipped like my three brothers are. Apparently, if they are a good enough fuck, we let traitors live. I cannot touch Kage’s firecracker, but the woman that started it all? She’s as good as fucking dead.

I lick my lips, as I watch her carry on with her life as if she has nothing but time. Spoiler alert, she does not.

Pretty little lamb, you should not have gone into the wolf’s den.

She wanted to know more about the Bonetti Brothers. Her wish is my command. The pretty little counselor will learn firsthand that you do not fuck with us.

One, two, Psycho is coming for you.

Three, four, your blood will coat my floor.

Five, six, you’ll beg to live.

Seven, eight, it’s too late.

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