Page 82 of Whispered Promises
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“Did…” She pointed at the blank television screen with a shaking finger. “…you…?”
Brie couldn’t even say it out loud.
“Did I what? Wish him dead? Absolutely.”
“But did you…?”
“Have the bastard killed? No, I wanted to do it with my bare hands. I needed to look him in the eyes when I ended his life,” Sir replied in a voice so dark it chilled Brie to the bone.
Picking up his phone, Sir immediately called Rytsar and put him on speaker. “Are you alone?” he asked.
“Nyet. Should I be?” he replied, laughing. “Up for another kinky session so soon, moy droog?”
“We need to talk.”
Recognizing the gravity of the situation based on Sir’s tone, Rytsar told him, “Give me a moment.”
After several minutes, he addressed them again, “I am alone now. Feel free to speak.”
Before Sir could open his mouth, Brie cried, “How could you!”
Rytsar grunted. “I had to do what was best for you, radost moya. Surely you understand that?”
Sir immediately jumped in. “Brianna is asking about the death of Greg Holloway.”
“What?” Rytsar suddenly roared.
“Greg Holloway died earlier this evening and we…” Sir looked at Brie, “would both like to hear what you know about it.”
“Blyad!” Rytsar howled.
“I need to know what happened,” Sir pressed.
“How would I know, moy droog? My men have been busy working out the details. I failed to take into account what a complicated mess your penal system is.”
“Wait…” Brie muttered, relief suddenly flowing through her. “You’re saying you didn’t have anything to do with Holloway’s death tonight?”
Rytsar spat angrily. “Unfortunately, it seems someone got to him first. I had the perfect scenario planned for the maggot.” He let out an ominous growl. “He would have suffered greatly for what he has done. How did he die?”
“That’s why we called you,” Sir answered. “The authorities haven’t released any details about the cause of his death.”
“Whatever he died of was not nearly painful enough!” Rytsar snarled.
Brie exclaimed, “I’m just relieved you weren’t involved, Rytsar!”
“But, the question remains unanswered,” Sir stated.
She felt her stomach twist into a painful knot. If neither Sir nor Rytsar did it, then that left only one other person.
Oh, my God, Daddy. What did you do?
Brie was unsure if she wanted to know…
Brie woke up to the doorbell ringing relentlessly.
Sir pulled the covers back and jumped out of bed, slipping on a pair of sweats before heading to the door. “Whoever it is, I’m about to give them hell!”
