Page 89 of Vow of Vengeance
Tony snorts. "We cremated him."
"Odd choice for a murder victim," I say coldly. "So, you never saw his body?"
"Sure, I did." Tony shrugs. "I saw him bleeding all over his floor. I saw them take his body away."
"Well, he's not dead, so whatever you think you saw, you didn't."
Tony chuckles, like there's anything funny about the situation. Maybe driving with a gun to his head is the most fun he's had in a while.
"What makes you think he's alive?"
"Who else would take her if it wasn't you?" I challenge, watching his face carefully as he whips the wheel to avoid colliding with the car in front of us. He curses under his breath and presses the gas a little harder, raising our speed as the car behind us slams on its horn.
"That friend of hers is awful fucking shifty. You check with him?"
That friend of hers.
"Khan's dead." I say dispassionately. "What do you know about him being shifty?"
Tony laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand before returning it to the wheel. "He's a sick little fuck."
"And you're not?" I laugh.
"Not like him."
We're all sick little fucks in our own way, but the three of them? They're incomprehensible.
I don't care for him to elaborate, and I'm not trying to make small talk, but I want Tony to know Khan is dead, that I won't stop there. If there's a chance Tony is on those videos with my girl, I'll kill him too.
"What makes you different?"
Tony glares at me, flipping his blinker this time before cutting off an SUV, which abruptly slams on the brakes to avoid colliding with the back of our car.
"Me? I'm a businessman, not a creep."
"Not a sadist?" I clarify.
His eyes narrow on the road ahead, but he doesn't react, doesn't answer me. "I enjoy pussy as much as the next guy, but I don't make it my only purpose in life. That curly-headed fuck seemed to obsess over it whenever we were with him... obsess overtheirs. I'll admit, the thought of the two of 'em together, playing with each other's pussies... yeah, well, can't help but find that hot."
I clench my jaw and hold my disgust at the idea of what he's suggesting... my little bird, touching anyone else, of anyone else touching her, let alone her best fucking friend. They're like sisters.
"You know what he did to them?"
It's not a question I expect an answer to, but the smirk on his mouth tells me all I need to know. "Like I said... he was obsessed."
It's not lost on me that he hasn't asked how I know Khan is dead, that he doesn't seem surprised. "You knew where Marissa was all that time?"
"Not knew." He shrugs one shoulder. "I suspected. They came to the bar one day while you were off fucking your little slut in a foreign country, and the way he was with her... I could tell he wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer."
"And with Vincent dead, he couldn't continue to get his fill with Soren. Right?"
Tony chuckles, and if I didn't need him, I'd fire three bullets into his head right now. But he's my best chance at finding Soren's dead husband... which means he's my best chance at finding Soren.
"Right."
"But you're just a businessman," I say coldly. "Were you in on it with your nephew? You made her your victim, drugged her so she couldn't fight back or guess what you were doing while youstood by and took money from sick bastards who paid to rape an unconscious woman?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Tony shrugs again. "But say I did. Say my nephew owed some men some money, and he had no choice but to pay it back with interest... interest he couldn't afford."
