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“Bullshit. Kelly said there was tens, maybe hundreds, of millions of dollars that fucker hid from the Syndicate, and it’s mine now,” Giovanni almost whined, and I wanted to punch his teeth down his throat.
Lucian stepped forward, and Regan looked at him before stepping back, allowing him closer to Giovanni. “Give me one reason why you think you’re the head of the Syndicate.”
“I’m the last one standing. My older brothers are dead, so it’s my birthright to take the leadership role since everyone else is in prison or dead,” he rationalized.
Lucian reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Showing something to Giovanni, he simply stated, “Since you’re too stupid to listen to facts, I’ll show you proof. My name is Lucian Lenkov, and I am the eldest son of Sergey Lenkov. I’ve had my initiation, and by the rules of the family, I am the head of the Syndicate. So, unless you want me to pull your tongue out with a pair of pliers and shove it up your own ass so you can taste what’s left of last night’s dinner, I suggest you start giving me the information I want.”
“This is wrong. Someone’s lying and I demand to know who,” Giovanni yelled, and this time, it was Devlin who stepped up.
“May I?” he asked Regan, and she turned the handle and safely handed Devlin the bloody knife as she stepped back to me.
“How are you holding up?” I whispered against her hair.
She looked up at me through hooded eyelids. Desire was written on her face as she said, “I didn’t know how much I needed this until right this second.” She lifted her bloody hands and glanced down before looking back up at me. “Do you have a problem with this?”
My breathing accelerated, and my dick twitched in my pants as I leaned over and admitted, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”
“Good, because there is something I may need from you later,” she replied before turning away from me and stepping back up to Giovanni.
Devlin looked at Regan and requested with an evil smile, “Pick three numbers between one and twenty.”
“No,” Giovanni protested as he began to squirm against his restraints.
Regan crossed her arms and tapped her index finger against her chin as she stared off into the air. When she looked back, she smiled, and her response told me she’d slipped a little, and I was okay with that.
This motherfucker had tortured, raped, and tormented Regan for what I now knew was three months of pain and misery. If she slipped all the way and needed help finding her way back from the darkness, I would offer her a hand and guide her back. Or I’d step off the ledge and join her in the insanity.
After all, wasn’t everyone a little mad sometimes?
Chapter 28
Regan
Ilifted my right thumb into the air. “One.”
Devlin leaned over, and Giovanni tried and failed to headbutt him as he squirmed, wiggled, and jostled himself in a failed attempt to stop Devlin from enacting his revenge. The knife was placed against the side of Giovanni’s hand, and with downward pressure, Devlin sliced through the flesh and bone in one movement.
Giovanni screamed, but Lucian shoved a rag into his open mouth to silence the sound. The last thing we wanted was to draw attention to what was happening inside the house. His head lulled from side to side as Devlin looked up at me.
“Take both big toes so he’ll never be able to hunt down women again. I want him hobbled,” I rationalized.
Giovanni had enjoyed chasing me through the house, and he’d leave items around that dug into the tender flesh of my feet, making movement difficult. That’s when he would rape me on the floor of the garbage, or he’d drag me by the hair and throw me into the tub, holding my head underwater until I thought I was going to die.
Giovanni tried to yell from behind the gag as he shook his head, and I stepped closer, snatching the rag from between his teeth. “What? Do you have something to add?”
“I . . . I should’ve killed you when I had the chance, you fucking whore. You loved . . .” He coughed before continuing. “You loved every time when I fucked you in the ass until youbled. And my favorite was when I let the guards take turns with you. You came so much, I thought you were falling in love.”
He laughed, and when I joined him, he stopped and looked up at me like I was insane. Maybe I was, but he was the one who made me the way I was in that moment. Insanity was buffering the images of what he’d put me through, not only for the three months I was alone with him, but the eight months prior when he would show up unannounced, demanding answers he had no right to.
Reaching my hand out, I silently asked Devlin for something, and he held up the gun in one hand and the bloody knife in the other. I pointed to the gun, and he handed it over with a smile before stepping to the side.
“What I found funny was the fact that no matter what you did to me, no matter how many times you raped me, no matter how much I bled,” I chuckled before instantly stopping to lean in and add, “I never gave you or that dead cunt anything you wanted. She’s dead, Sergey and his demented son are dead, and before I walk out of this house,” I whispered, “you’ll be dead too.”
“You . . . you need me. I have information,” he tried to barter, and I shook my head.
“Anything you know, we’ll find out when we catch Ricardo and Waylon. You’re . . . insignificant.” I turned to look at Devlin and Lucian. “I need him naked and spread eagle over the edge of the table.”
“Stop,” Giovanni demanded as the brothers yanked him out of the chair and wrestled him closer to the table.
