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“Yes you do.” Arching a brow, I glared at him. “I'm going to warn you right now, this won't go well if you're just going to lie to me. I don't have to play nice.”

Growling, he threw his arm out, finger pointing to the door. “You can leave, if you're not a cop, then get the fuck out. And you can take that threat of yours and shove it.”

“I came here for answers. He hurt someone I care about, he hurt someone you should have cared about. I need to understand why, why you would do that.”

I'm talking about your daughter.

Never taking my eyes off him, I waited for some sign that he was thinking of Bijou. I wanted to see some emotion, a flicker of sympathy for his roll in this whole thing. All he had to do was show me he regretted what he had done, and I might have some mercy for this man.

His lips crinkled like a tight asshole, brows angling into his nose. “I don't know what you expect from me. I don't know who you are, and I don't know what the hell you're talking about.”

“Why did you do it?” Firming my chest, I leaned forward, laying my hands flat on the desk. “Why did you get involved with him?”

Snarling, he yelled, “Out!”

“What about your daughter?”

“You said my daughter had nothing to do with this.”

“Not her, your other daughter. . . Bijou.”

His muscles began to visibly shake, chest rising and falling with heavy gulps of air. “What about her? How do you know my daughter?”

“Why did you give her to Diablo?”

Rolling his shoulders forward, Pierre gripped his temples. “What do you want from me? Did he send you?” His eyes pleaded for forgiveness as he looked up at my face. “I don't know where she is, I already told him that. I'm not lying, I really haven't seen her.”

Son of a bitch. . . He really did put her there.

“I'm not here for him. . .” Squaring my jaw, I used everything I had to stay calm. “I'm here for her. Why did Diablo have her?”

Pounding the table with his fist, his lids popped open wide. “I don't know where she is! How many times do I have to tell you people that? What can I do to prove I'm telling the truth?”

He's not listening to me.It was easy to see he wasn't actually hearing a single word I was saying. Pierre had blocked me out.

“That's not the answer I'm looking for.” Collecting what patience I had left, I clutched it with all the strength I could muster up. He was getting lost in himself, in fear of his own mortality.

I didn't like that. He wasn't asking me about her, if she was alright, how long had she been missing. Not once had he shown a sliver of remorse and concern for her safety. I would be going nuts if it was Vicki. If someone had her for this long and I didn't know a damn thing, I'd be asking a hell of a lot more questions about her.

Why? What is Diablo hanging over your head?

There had to be a really good fucking reason that this father would turn over his daughter to a piece of shit.He better hope I think his reason is good.

“I don't know what you want from me. I've done everything that man has ever asked of me, and now this! I can't go on like this, I can't take it anymore!”

“What do you mean? What has he wanted from you?”

Pierre eyed me for a second, dropping his gaze to the desk. “You're really not one of his men. I never know, he has so many people working for him, watching me, watching everything I do.” Pushing thick fingertips into his forehead, he rubbed in a small circular pattern. “I never wanted this. I didn't have a choice, he never gave me a choice.”

“Pierre, I need to know why he had her. If I know, I might be able to help fix it.”

Grunting, he shifted in his seat, shoulders slumping like dead weight. “Yeah, that's what I thought too.”

Splaying an open palm on the desk, I tapped my fingers. “I know exactly where she is, Pierre.”

Slowly, his head lifted to mine, eyes wide. “How, how could you know?”

Leaning in closer, I whispered in a devious voice. “Because I'm the man that took her.”

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