Page 135 of Sinful King
“Nothing? Okay…” she nodded. “One last question. Why were you working with Caden Phillips?”
He smiled.
“Who?”
Ah.
Blair hummed, picking up on what I had.
“What happened?” Esmeralda whispered. “I clearly just missed something.”
I ignored her.
“Your family is in the skin trade, huh? How sad. I’ll be sure to pull your entire organization up by the root and discard the trash after you’re gone. In twenty years, my future son or daughter won’t have to worry about your kin looking for revenge. It’s the least I can do.”
Liam covered her face, she cranked up the saw, and sliced clean through his right and then left legs, stepping back to admire her handy work.
“Wow,” Esmeralda mused. “I have to try that soon.”
I cut my eyes at her and shook my head.
“I love the way you take care of our enemies, beautiful goddess,” I praised, smiling when she turned my way covered in blood.
One day she’d understand, I meant what the fuck I said.
This wasn’t about control or being stubborn. It was about eliminating anybody who meant her harm, now or in the future. Changing my mind wasn’t an option, no matter how irrational she felt it was.
“Yeah, I hear you,” she parroted after pulling the face covering off, turning away from me with more of an attitude than she’d started with.
My lips curled.
Her irritation gave me goosebumps and I wondered how much madder I could make her before having to fuck it out of her.
I found myself striving for that when Miguel Arce was delivered to me by eleven the next morning.
My threat had come with action.
Though, I truly hadn’t expected him to call Blair before my plan had been executed. He’d been drugged for the journey here, just enough to knock him out for the nineteen hour trek by car. From what they reported, he woke once eight hours into the trip and was immediately put down again.
I dropped a bucket of ice water over his head and body and he startled awake, sucking in what had to be a bruising breath.
“The fuck,” he cursed, jerked on the chains.
Instead of hanging him, I had them hook him to the floor instead.
He was spread out like a starfish, forcing him to look up at me.
“Good morning, Miguel,” I greeted, smiling down at him. “I’m Sean O’Sullivan. Oisin or little deer to my wife.”
I waited patiently for him to quit thrashing around and eventually the reality of his fate made him stiffen.
“This wasn’t how this was supposed to go,” he said, no fear in his voice at all. “I overestimated myself.”
The statement was more self-reflective than anything but I weighed in anyway.
“You did. And it’s a shame because you might’ve gotten what you wanted had you gone about it differently.” He looked up at me and I shrugged. “Now I’ll just take what you so freely gave up for not thinking clearly.”
I had my hand out and Lorcan put the pistol I wanted to use in it.
