Page 115 of Craving Danger

He shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”

As Santo steps away from Todd, my eyes lock on the name carved on his side.

Sam.

“Marcello, bring me a knife,” I order, my tone grim. My eyes flick to Todd’s worried ones. “Samantha started working for me over a year ago. She’s so fucking good at her job, I promoted her to my personal assistant within eight months.”

Todd begins to realize why he’s here. Honestly, he should’ve known it involved Samantha, considering where we found him.

When he opens his mouth, I hold up a finger. “I’m still talking.”

Marcello returns to the room and holds two knives on display for me. “Which one do you prefer, boss?”

I glance between the large K-Bar and the small pairing knife.

“Maybe we should let Dr. Grant choose. After all, he’s going to get well acquainted with the blade.”

Marcello nods and walks over to Todd, then I ask, “You work with scalpels, right?”

Todd looks horrified as he stares at the blades in Marcello’s hands.

“Choose one,” I order.

While he keeps glancing between the knives and me, I continue with my story, “Over the past two and a half months, I’ve gotten to know Samantha better.” A smile curves my lips. “She so fucking strong. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He doesn’t answer me.

“Marcello, I’ve changed my mind. Bring me the K-Bar.”

“Sure, boss.”

When he hands me the knife, I climb to my feet and slowly stalk closer to Todd.

“Leave us alone,” I order my men.

“We’ll wait in the armory, boss,” Marcello says before I hear them exit the room.

When the door shuts, I glance at all the scars on Todd’s body. “Christ, you look fucked up. I heard you were in a car accident. It must’ve hurt like a bitch.”

Anger tightens his features, showing me that I’m getting to him.

My voice drops lower, and I let the rage simmer in the words as I murmur, “Samantha told me about you.”

He shakes his head. “I…”

I lift the knife and press the tip to where her name is carved into his skin, and it shuts him up.

“I hate being interrupted. Do it again, and I’ll remove one of your body parts.”

He nods frantically.

“She told me how you drugged her.” My eyes narrow on him. “How you raped her repeatedly.” I press the tip of the knife into his skin until I draw blood. “How you carved your name on her.” I push it deeper, and blood trickles down his side.

I watch as the look in his eyes changes from uncertainty to anger, and it makes me laugh.

I move closer, and when I’m face-to-face with him, I realize he’s much shorter than me.

“While you were hanging here, I made Samantha come five times,” I say, hitting him where it hurts most.

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