Page 146 of Cain
“Hard to forget that piece of shit.”
“The other day, you talked about him like he was dead,” I say, dragging a hand over my stubble.
He chuckles. “Yeah, I heard about the explosion. That was art. Really, hats off.”
I tilt my head. “Next time, I’ll make sure to actually kill him.”
His grin falters. “What?”
“He’s still alive, but now I’ll make sure to watch the light leave his fucking eyes.”
“… What?!”
“Alive. Breathing. Laughing his fucking ass off. Like a damn roach that won’t die. He’s pushing all the fucking right buttons. He wants to crack me open. He is a threat to Katerina.”
He raises his bushy brows. “I don’t understand.”
I take a drag from my cigarette. “He sent Katerina’s friend’s head to my door with his fucking initials carved into her skin.”
“He didn’t,” he says, as if trying to believe it.
“I am going to do exactly the same to him. I want him awake for every second, watching me ruin him limb by fucking limb for daring to mess with her.”
Now he’s quiet.
I step closer.
“So I’m asking you, brother. Are you in, or are you in my way?”
He pauses, his gaze sinking into mine.
Then he nods.
“Let’s kill this bastard for good.”
My smirk grows wider and more sinister. I flick the cigarette to the ground and crush it under my heel.
“Good. Because we’re gonna need backup.”
He raises a brow. “Meaning?”
“We’re not the only Mansons, brother.”
“You mean …?”
“Yeah. We need him, too.” I shove my hands in my pants pockets.
He scoffs. “You seriously think he’ll listen?”
“He doesn’t have to listen. He just has to remember who he is.”
“Do you need help with that?”
I shake my head slowly. “I can be very persuasive.”
“And if he says no?” he asks.
I glance over my shoulder. “Then I stop asking.”
