Page 74 of Psycho

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

PSYCHO

Jerking my jaw down, I stare at him with pure hatred I feel to my core, as blood boils in my veins.

“This is where you talk. You’ll tell me how, and why.”

His wide eyes stare at the knife in my hand, waiting for me to strike him, but I won’t. Not yet. The anticipation is the best part, and I want his words first.

“I’m going to vomit.”

I chuckle softly as I warn him, “I wouldn’t do that. You will lick it up.”

Kage laughs somewhere behind me, knowing full well I mean it.

“He’s not kidding, man. I would swallow that shit down.”

Touching the tip of my knife over his heart, I repeat my order, which I fucking hate.

“How and why. If you don’t answer me, I’ll cut your heart out and feed it to you.”

This man is barely a man, pathetic and weak. Beating a defenseless woman proves that.

Tears run down his face, and he tells me what I want to know.

“She stabbed Carlo multiple times, and called the police. Hadley is the reason he’s in prison.”

I turn momentarily to look at my girl, and wink at her, showing her how much I fucking approve of what she did. Her cheeks flush pink, as she fidgets in her seat. Fuck, I can’t wait for this to be done, so I can hold her, and never let her out of my sight. She’s mad at me, rightfully so, and might fight me, but I don’t care. I’ll let her fight, scream, whatever she needs, but she will be in my arms.

“Where do you come in?”

“I’ll tell you anything, just get the knife away from me.”

I pull the knife away from his flesh. It’s only a brief reprieve. Once he tells me what I need to know, he’s going to suffer.

His bottom lip trembles as he begins talking again. Pathetic.

“I got into business with Carlo. He was the only one left in his family. All my brothers are dead, so I was alone too. It made sense to build something together. I supply him with drugs he sells in prison, and when he needs it, I get him weapons. Early on, in our arrangement, he told me about Hadley. And our agreement was, I’d get a higher cut for ten years if I killed her, but he didn’t just want her dead. He wanted it to be brutal. He wanted her to suffer.”

Turning to my brother, Bones, I speak, and my voice comes out thick with the emotion swelling in my chest.

“I want someone to get that fucker out, so I can kill him. Otherwise, I’ll go for a visit and do it right there, in front of anybody. You’re right, I’m unhinged. For her. And that piece of garbage will not continue breathing after what he has done to her.”

I swallow hard as he nods. It all makes me see red. My next question, I feel like I have the answer to, but I ask for her.

“Do you know anything about her father’s death?”

“The Bianchis,” he says in a flat tone.

“Why?”

The De Lucas have had a beef with them, but we never did. Not to my knowledge anyway, unless it goes back to my father’s days, and was yet another thing he decided not to tell us.

“You’ll have to ask him that, I don’t know. Please, don’t,” he says, eyeing the knife warily.

Leaning my head over him, I stare into his teary brown eyes.

“One more question, and I promise if you lie to me, I’ll make you regret it.”

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