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“You have the wrong guy. I never hurt anyone. I swear.”

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

“It isn’t in your best interest to lie to me, Laurence.” I inch my way closer to him, and the tarp under my feet crinkles. “You and your friends stole the best person I’ve ever known. I couldn’t even go to her funeral. How could I when they never even found her body? Does any of it bother you?”

“You have this all wrong.” He continues the innocent act.

“Do I? You went on a date with Aria Martin, and you were a complete ass. You didn’t like that she didn’t agree to a second date, did you? You weren’t used to hearing the word no. She bruised your ego, didn’t she?”

“I never asked her for a second date. When she didn’t put out, I wrote her off as a prude. I wasn’t going to waste my time with some childish girl looking for a fairy tale.” Laurence immediately seems to regret his words when he glances nervously at Callen.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me! You’re dealing with me!” The order from me causes Laurence to slowly turn his head my way. I can see the resentment in his eyes about the way he’s being spoken to. “You have control issues. Don’t you, Laurence? It bothers you that I’m in charge here.”

“You won’t get away with this. The cops are already on to you.”

“While I appreciate your concern, it’s unnecessary.” I wave my hand in the air to signal my dismissal. “Tell me the truth about what happened to Aria and tell me quickly before I lose my temper.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Laurence lies to me.

Callen steps forward, but my hand gently pushes against his chest. Laurence is mine. I need to handle this.

“Baby, I got this.” I palm his cock through his jeans.

“You people are sick,” Laurence utters.

I give Laurence a sweet smile. “You have no idea how twisted I am, but you’ll find out.”

I hold my hand out to Callen, and it’s as if he can read my mind because he begins to root through his bag. His eyebrows pull together while I impatiently wait. He shuffles through the bag like any one of the items in there won’t do the trick.

“Callen?”

“My boning knife isn’t in here.” He continues to search. “I guess it must be in the truck.”

We’ll find the damn thing later. Now is not the time for taking inventory.

“Give me the bag, please, baby.”

Callen hands it over, and I’m delighted to open it. Once I do, I check out what he brought me to work with. Shiny metal catches my eye. Goose bumps pebble my skin as I pull out the large hunting knife. Laurence screams when I take a step his way. Callen moves and covers our captive’s mouth with his hand. When I’m close enough, I sit on Laurence’s lap and press the knife against his chest.

I want to humiliate Number One. I want him to be desperate for his death when I finally give it to him. I want him to pay. Meticulously, I cut his clothes from his body. His limp cock hangs uselessly between us. My hand turns red from my grip on the handle of the knife. The weight of the weapon is heavy as I press the blade against Laurence’s chest. The fingers of my other hand follow the trail of blood that seeps from his split skin.

I lean down and whisper seductively in his ear, “Tell me the truth, or I’ll stick this blade up your ass and fuck you with it.”

Then, for good measure, I slowly push the blade into his shoulder. Callen’s hand is hardly a match for the strength of the scream that erupts from Laurence’s chest.

I rise from his lap and demand answers. “Speak. The truth.”

“We killed her! All right, are you happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Is that what I wanted to hear? Do you think I’m happy about being in the same room as the man who took Aria from me? Why did you kill her?”

His lips press together, so I twist the knife, scraping against bone as I do.

“It was an accident!” he screams. “We just wanted to scare her. Teach her a lesson about the power chain on campus. A girl like her doesn’t say no to men like us. She needed to learn. We just planned to rough her up a little and have a little fun with her. But things spiraled out of control.”

He stops, but I need more. I need him to tell me everything.

“Go on, Laurence.”

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