Page 118 of Immoral

"What about the brownstone?" I question.

His mouth hangs open.

I tug on his head. "Tell me now!"

"He...he..." He chokes, and more blood flies out of his mouth.

"He what?"

"Jacopo's new building," he chokes out then his eyes cloud with death.

"Wake up!" I scream again, slapping him harder and harder, but no life comes back in him.

"Where is it?" Aidan screams.

The man Killian's torturing mutters something.

"What did he say?" I ask.

Killian furrows his eyebrows. "He said Queens."

"Where in Queens? Tell me now, or I'm shoving this up your asshole," I bark.

His voice gets louder. "No! Please!"

I stand behind him, put the poker as close to his ass as I can without touching him but so he feels the heat, and lean into his ear. I growl, "Tell me!"

"B-Bow Street," he whispers.

"Where on Bow?" I question, grabbing his hair and yanking his neck so it rests on my shoulder.

"Cl-cl-closest t-to Q-Q-Queens B-Boulevard," he stutters.

I take a deep breath, then take my poker and stab him in his back, pushing through his heart. In a few seconds, he's dead.

Aidan yells, "How many men are guarding the brownstone?"

I step behind his thug and drag the tip of my stick down his spine. He tries to scream, but his voice is hoarse, and you can barely hear it. Blood oozes past his singed skin.

"Kill me," he sobs.

Aidan's voice turns soft. He tosses his poker stick and holds his face in both his hands. "You want us to kill you now?"

"Yes," the man sobs.

"I will. I'll kill you quickly, and all this will be over. Is that what you really want?"

"Please!"

Aidan nods. "Tell me how many men and what rooms they're in."

The man struggles to take a breath, and the only other thug whispers, "I'll tell you if you'll kill me."

Tully grunts. "Pleasure will be mine. How many guards on the door?"

"Three."

"And what about after the main entrance?"

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