Page 39 of Devious
I place my hands behind my back.
“Roselyn told me that you slapped her across the face on the day of our wedding.” My tone is cold and detached.
His facial expression is devoid of emotion.
I lean forward, placing my palms onto the desk. “She told me you hit her a few times, and I’m not happy to hear that.”
He straightens his spine like a needle. “I told her not to give you any trouble. My daughter needs to be controlled.”
I sigh. “Here is the problem I have with you. You don’t put your hands on my wife and think you’re going to get away with it.”
He slides his hands into his pockets. “She’s my daughter, I’ll beat her if I want to. Besides, you weren’t married to her when I slapped her.” He taps his fingers onto the desk. “Why do you care? She told me that you don’t treat her right, that you locked her up in your mansion.” He straightens his tie. “It seems like to me you don’t give a fuck about Roselyn.”
Seeing red, I walk up to him and place my hand on the back of his neck. Next, I bang his head against the desk and grab him by a fistful of hair, punching him in the nose and throat. He gasps for air, staring at me in shock. Blood drips from his nose onto the desk.
“Here is where you’re wrong. I give a fuck about Roselyn. I care about her well-being, and she’s my main priority. She’s mine. No one is allowed to hurt her and get away with it. Not even her piece-of-shit father.” I grin.
I remove my gun from my holster and place it in his mouth, and I cock it. “Let me make something clear. Roselyn doesn’t belong to you, she belongs to me, and if you ever, I mean ever, put your hands on my wife, I’ll put a bullet through your skull. You do not fuck with what’s mine. This is strike two with me. You get another strike, and I’ll take this same gun and decorate a wall with what’s inside of your skull. Do I make myself clear, Lex?”
I remove the gun from his mouth and tuck it back into my holster, while he stares at me as if he’s going to kill me. I would love to see him do it.
“Now get back to work,” I say, before exiting the office.
Devious
With a bat in hand, I open the sliding glass door of the back porch. Three guards stroll in front of me, and they do a clean sweep to make sure there aren’t any threats or witnesses. The house is a nice suburban home in Bedford. I check out the stainless-steel kitchen and pick up a stack of mail and read it. The person who lives here is Celeb. From what my IT guy found on Liam’s computer, this is the guy who handles their business transitions. I expected Cashel to retaliate, but he hasn’t yet. Maybe he’s trying to change his tactics, lying low.
Normally, I have my bodyguard do all the torturing when it comes to getting the truth out of people, but this is a personal matter, and I want everyone who works for Cashel to suffer by my hands.
“Let me handle him. If things escalate, then you take him out,” I say.
Damien nods.
When I open the door to the study, Celeb is hunched over his desk, typing away on his computer. His clothes are all white, and his face is decorated with pimples. He looks up from the screen, and fear clouds his brown eyes. “Who are you?” He quivers before he pulls open a drawer. I yank out his chair and slam the baseball bat across his hand. He screams in agony, and tears well in his eyes.
“Where is Cashel?”
Celeb tries to wiggle his bloody broken fingers. “Why did you hit me?” he whimpers.
I rest the bat on my shoulder. “Answer the question.”
“I don’t know.”
“Last chance.” I raise my bat to strike him again, and he holds up his other hand to stop me.
“I’m telling you the truth,” he screams. “I’m an associate. I handle a lot of legal documents for him. And he doesn’t send it to me himself. He gets someone else to do it. No one ever meets the don of the family unless they’re a high rank.”
It seems Cashel decided to hire new people when our businesses separated. If anyone decided they wanted to work with me, he killed them on the spot.
“Give me the paperwork to his businesses. I want names and shit.”
“He’ll kill me.”
“And if you don’t do it, then I’m going to kill you.”
Exhaling, he opens the drawer and gives me a manila folder. I search through the paperwork and it’s addresses for his businesses. I’m going to burn down everything he owns.
“Is he planning an attack on myfamiglia?”
