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Placing my hand on his chest, I said, “They will come to see you for the man you truly are.”
As Dare leaned in to kiss me, Piper appeared in the doorway with the kittens in her arms. “Ew, no kissing!”
Dare laughed as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Now I know what my siblings meant about kids being cockblockers,” he whispered.
“They truly are,” I mused.
Despite Piper’s aversion, Dare gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I nodded. “Be careful.”
I realized how ridiculous I sounded telling my mafia boyfriend to be careful as he drove back to the city to torture and kill my ex.
Chapter Thirty-Five: Dare
On the drive back to Boston, my mind remained laser focused on the task before me. After Ava had left me, I hadn’t played a part in any torture sessions. As our family’s enforcer, Quinn was the one who handled it. Now that Eamon was of age, Quinn would call on him, rather than me.
After four years, I could only assume I was going to be a little rusty. But as my blood raced in my veins, I had a feeling it would all come back to me.
When I arrived at my penthouse, I went straight to the torture room. As I opened the door, adrenaline ricocheted through me. The smell of piss assaulted my nose when I entered the room. Only pussies pissed themselves. It wasn’ttoo surprising to me that Wesley was a pussy. That’s the only description you could give to men who hurt women.
Fucking pussies.
James had strung up Wesley for me. Since I never wanted to be reminded how Shannon had been tied, he was suspended by cleavers to the shoulder.
At the sound of my footsteps, Wesley raised his head. “Who the fuck are you?”
Chuckling menacingly, I replied, “Big words from a man who pisses himself out of fear.”
Wesley’s bravado momentarily wavered. “Are you the boss?”
“You could say that.”
“Look. Your men got the wrong guy. I don’t know anything about mafia business.”
“Is that right?”
“I swear.”
“There’s nothing you could have possibly done that would result in you being strung up?”
“Nothing.”
I tsked at him. “You lie to me, Wesley, and worse, you lie to yourself.”
As I grew closer to him, he shifted away, causing his chains at his feet to rattle. “You mafia men are all about making deals, right?”
“Yes.”
“How about you and I make one for my freedom?”
“I doubt there’s anything you have that’d want.”
A lascivious grin curved on his lips. “You guys deal in trafficking, right?”
My heart shuddered to a stop in my chest. Jaysus, this guy was more of a piece of shit than I’d ever imagined. “You’re offering to provide me with someone to traffic?”
“You could get a lot of money for her. You let me go, and you can have her.”
