Page 105 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

She never looked at me like that when I tortured someone for her.

But the sweet doctor took the time to show her how to inflict damage, and he got heart-eyes?

She was right, though. Nico crouched in front of a prisoner, his fingers covered in blood, gently sliding a knife under the prisoner’s kneecap, was fucking hot.

The man taped to the chair screamed. “What the fuck is wrong with you people?”

Lorenzo laughed. “What the fuck do you mean, what the fuck is wrong with us? This is an interrogation.”

“An interrogation where the Russo slut gets laid after she stabs me in the fucking leg?”

Enough was enough. “Sofia,” I said, my voice still raspy as I tried to get my dick to forget the sensation of her sweet and bloodthirsty body pressed against mine. “Why don’t you let Nico and Lorenzo take the lead on this one?”

She pursed her lips in frustration.

“Come here, kitten,” I said, laughing softly to myself as I thought about what I was about to do to her.

“Baby,” Nico said. “Go to Dante.”

As soon as she was close enough to touch, I yanked her against me, pressing her back against my torso, skimming my fingers over her skin, tracing the splatters of blood from the first prisoner. Her breath caught when the calluses on my fingers scraped over her collarbone.

“That’s right, slut,” I whispered in her ear, biting downhard on her earlobe until she whimpered in pain. “Does that turn you on? Watching your men defend your honor to that piece of shit?”

“You are fucked up, you know that?” the prisoner spat. I ignored him, focusing on the beautiful woman in front of me.

“Last chance to give me your name,” Lorenzo said.

I skimmed my lips over Sofia’s shoulders, soaking up her soft sigh as Lorenzo elicited a scream from the captive.

“My name is John Garcia! Fucking Christ!” he sobbed.

When she ran a hand up to wrap around my neck and tilted her head back, I wrapped my fingers in her hair so tightly it brought tears to her eyes. “No, slut, watch what Lorenzo’s doing. Look at the blood on his fingers, the veins tensing in his forearms as he hurts that man for insulting you.”

The prisoner gasped and whined with pain. “You all are fucked up,” he grunted again.

“That’s right, Sofia, you’re fucked up,” I whispered as we watched Nico and Lorenzo work him over.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Nico’s extracting every last piece of information out of that fucker,” I said, tracing my tongue over her ear as I teased her. “There isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for you, sweet slut.”

A few minutes later, Lorenzo tired of playing games and slit the captive’s throat.

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LORENZO

Dante droppedinto the couch across from the desk in Declan’s sparse office, dragging Sofia down beside him. Nick sat on her other side. She glanced at her phone, then shoved it back in her pocket with a twist of her lips.

“News?” I asked her. She shook her head in the negative.

Declan tapped his finger on the table, drawing our attention. “Cosimo is a known trafficker with ties all over Europe and North Africa. He returned to Yorkfield at the same time as Sergio.”

I relayed the names of his associates and known locations from the second captive. Nick’s willingness to jump in and fuck our prisoner up shouldn’t have surprised me. I’d heard the stories of how he killed that kid when he was eighteen—tore him to pieces, and then walked away without a second glance.

While Declan was entering the information into his computer, I thumbed open the group chat we had with Ginevra and her husbands, to share the information there.

“Don’t bother,” Declan said. “Cormac can see everything I enter here. Information security is not my specialty.”

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