Page 55 of Dark King (Advantage Play 2)

Those are a few words I never thought I’d say.

Another groan.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Do you know who I am?”

The asshole mutters something, but I can’t understand what the hell it is, so I lean a little closer.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I press.

An annoyed Kingston steps forward and digs his thumb into an open wound along his forearm. Blood flows out of it freely, dripping onto the splattered cement floor and is quickly followed by a scream from our captive.

“Kingston’s girlfriend,” he slurs once Kingston relieves the pressure. I have to really focus to understand what he’s saying.

“Do you know who I was before that?”

“A bitch who conned me.”

Kingston snorts, and I turn to give him a smile before giving Burlone my full attention. “Yeah. That too. Do I spark your memory in any other way?”

He lifts his head and looks at me. Really looks at me. But his eyebrows stay pulled low in confusion.

“Let me give you a hint. Picture me with blonde hair…just like my mom.”

A spark of recognition shines through his gaze.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” I murmur. “Do you remember my mom, Burlone?”

With a cough, he mutters, “Yeah. Crack whore who liked it dirty and would do anything for her next fix.”

My nostrils flare, but I push forward. “And do you remember her daughter?”

“Of course I do. Pretty little thing too. It’s a shame you—”

I slam the switchblade into his thigh, turning his demeaning comment into a tortured scream.

“Don’t ever talk about that little girl again, understand?”

“You asked, you crazy bitch!” he shouts, spewing spittle with his words.

I twist the switchblade in his leg, making him scream even louder before I calmly say, “I have one more question.”

“What? What is it?” he cries.

“Do you know where my mom is?”

“She’s dead! Didn’t even make it to the buyer. My men used her up and spit her out before I could make a dime off her.”

Releasing my hold on the switchblade, I leave it embedded deep in his leg then turn to King.

“You’re up.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kingston

The pride swells in my chest as Ace admires her handiwork before stepping away from her victim and toward me. Unable to control myself, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and tug her into my chest before dropping a hard kiss to her pouty lips.

“You sure you don’t have any more questions for this fucker?” I mutter against her mouth.

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