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“We had a deal!” he cried, spittle flying fro out of his nose as he sobbed

He was crying because he kneas happening, he was face to face with fate

Felix had dragged him out of bed from the apartment he used to share with Sienna The place apparently had been a mess, coke scattered on the coffee table, e the floor He’d been living in filth, partying, gorging himself while the woman he was supposed to protect was in the hands of a monster

He hadn’t attempted to do shit, to find out whether she was okay, alive at least He’d saved his own skin and that was all that mattered to him That deserved punishment He also knehat Sienna’s cunt tasted like Felt like I couldn’t have hi

“You can’t do this,” he hissed, trying to sound tough but co off as the coward he was

I fingered the knives laid out in front of me

We were in the basement Behind a hidden panel that led to this room with soundproof walls, every weapon known tos, mirrors On the back as a full wet bar Speakers were uests awake

Two leather armchairs faced the metal chair bolted to the floor This roo but a concrete floor and a folding table full of rusted knives

That’s not the e did it in this family

We tortured in style

I’d killed hout the years Not before they wished they’d died a thousand times I’d tortured ave me any information In my darkest moments, I’d stared at Lorenzo, full of resent to take him down here and force him to remember that day

He’d seen various therapists throughout the years, all of the him from the trauma of the memory At first, I’d wanted to protect him too But as tiiven a fuck about the trau to tear hi thread of information A survival instinct stopped h to hurt his one re child And if I did that, he’d killcast out from this family orse than death for me So I’d kept my hands off his son Eventually, I learned to controlfor the person who killed Isabella, but as I moved up in the family, my focus moved I shut off that part ofof her