Page 74 of Bonita Brynne

“If you want them, release me.”

“Nope, that’s not happening.” I stopped in front of him. Unbelievably, he had an erection. My power over him hadn’t diminished. “I’m curious though. Why human trafficking?”

“Why not?”

Okay, he wasn’t going to tell me any information. It was just as well. I didn’t want to be there a second longer than necessary.

“I want you to know that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. My husband Raul is one of a kind. He adores me. Loves me tenderly and completely.”

“I don’t fucking care!”

“Yes, you do, or you wouldn’t explode like that.” I laughed and went to the cart that looked like a mechanic’s chest. I glided my finger over the tops of tools and knives, taunting Dorian. When I found one that appealed to me, I picked it up and watched the light from the ceiling bounce off it.

“Just put it through my heart,” he said as if accepting his fate.

“Now, that would be too kind, don’t you think?”

“You’re not a murderer, Christina. You’re kind and loving.”

“Yes, but I want retribution for your part in my almost death!” I yelled. “I want you to suffer for the years I spent without my daughter!” I swung my hand and sliced through his chest.

He screamed as blood poured down his torso.

I stumbled back, stunned that I’d done it. Raul stood behind me and steadied me.

“We’ll finish,” he whispered.

“No.” I got my bearings and returned to the spot in front of Dorian. “Where’s Bruno?” I hoped he wouldn’t be a dick and not tell me. Brynne needed to know the state of her dad. Personally, I hoped he wasn’t alive. I sounded heartless and evil, but I didn’t care. The abuse I’d suffered from him… She was better off without him.

“Dead,” he whimpered.

“How?”Praise the heavens!

“Complications from his heart attack.” He shook his head and cried. “Don’t do this, Christina. Please. I’m so sorry for everything.”

“Are you? You’re sorry for stealing my son and wanting to fuck my daughter?” I screamed so violently my throat instantly felt raw. “You’re a pathetic, disgusting excuse for a human!”

“She was the closest thing to you.”

I grabbed his nasty cock and raised the knife to strike fear in him, threatening his manhood to convince him to talk. “She wouldn’t want your old, scrawny dick when she has a young, virile man to please her.”

“No, please, don’t,” he begged. “I’ll tell you anything, just don’t kill me like this.”

I peered over my shoulder at Raul. He issued a barely noticeable nod. I released Dorian’s limp dick and stepped away from him.

“Then talk.”

Dorian sang like a bird, but he didn’t reveal where the servant girl and Rosa were at. He had told us about a boat dock in the Chicago harbor where shipments of women and children were distributed. He gave directions to his estate and where to find his money and documents.

“I’ve told you everything.” He hung his hand.

“I don’t believe you. Why would you tell me anything about your business when you know you’re dying tonight?”

“Because I don’t care.”

“But you care about those two women?” I tilted my head, trying to figure him out.

“No, but you do.” He chuckled like I imagined the devil would then he launched into a coughing fit. “You want them for some reason, and I’m not going to help you.”

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