Page 79 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Enough,” he hisses. “What do you want, Cross?”
“Now, is that any way to talk to your best friend?”
“You’ve got five seconds to tell me what the hell you want before I tell Matt you’re causing a disturbance.”
Alright, dickhead, if that’s how you want to play it. . .
“Right,” I smile. “How could I forget. Lying is your specialty.”
I look at the camera in the corner of the room. The light is still red.
“You see, Palmer, the other day, my girl came home and said someone was following her. She couldn’t tell me who it was, so I did some digging. Turns out, they’re saying their name is Black. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
He stares at me coldly for a moment, his eyes taking on that sinister gleam that not many get to see. Then he makes the mistake of laughing under his breath.
“Should have known you’d go after the little mistake,” he says darkly.
A few of the men chuckle in the group, following Palmer’s lead.
I chuckle right along with them.
Three . . . two . . . one . . .
The light turns off on the camera in the corner of the room.
And then I swing.
The number eight-ball in my hand smashes into the side of his head, sending him stumbling back.
“Fuckkk . . .” He groans in pain, doubling over to clutch the spot. Too bad we’re just getting started.
“Don’t even think about it,” Christian warns Swanson, when everyone else backs away from Palmer.
Walking over to Palmer, I grab his hair, yanking him up, and drag him to the pool table. He’s still disoriented when I shove him face down into the slate, his slobber coloring the felt.
“What the fuck?” he curses, trying to fight me off, but I’m bigger than him. Funny how now that the shoe’s on the other foot, he’s not so tough.
I stoop down in front of his face, close enough so only he can hear what I have to say. To be honest, I wanted to string him up by his balls when I read those messages on Ava’s phone earlier tonight. What I’m going to do to him is child’s play compared to what will happen if he goes near my girl again.
“That was for thinking you could fuck with her.”
I drag his head back, shoving his face harder into the slate.
“That was because you’re a lying piece of shit.”
Yanking his head away from the table, I bring my knee to his face, ignoring the pain when I hear the sound of his bones crunching fill the air.
Yanking his head away from the table, I bring my knee to his face, ignoring the pain when the sound of his bones crunching fill the air.
“And that’s just because I don’t fucking like you.”
He collapses to his knees, his nose gushing blood down the front of him. He glares at me, his entire body shaking with rage when I crouch down in front of him.
“The next time you come near her, I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.”
I shove away from him and stand, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out the flash drive he sent her after.
“So you don’t have to send any more girls to my house to do your dirty work for you.”
