Tell Me No (Grovewood Ink Book 3) by Sage St. Claire

Author:Sage St. Claire [St. Claire, Sage]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

thirteen

Blood drips off my knuckles and onto the floor. I’ve been turning the younger Figueroa’s face into ground beef for an hour now, and he’s done nothing but talk shit and bleed. His dear old dad went underground after we took him. Nobody’s heard from him in weeks. Inhaling deeply, I try to relax my rage and embrace the coppery scent in the air. I don’t enjoy torture. I’m not a fucking psychopath. But every time I bring my fist down onto his face, I see the faces of every woman he’s ruined. Every girl who was too young to be a victim of this monster.

“You’re gonna break a knuckle, bro,” Iris says from the stool he’s been sitting on for the last few hours. He’s always more than happy to help me when I need him, but he’s never been a fan of getting his knuckles bloody.

“Worth it,” I reply, landing another blow against his cheekbone. Saliva and blood fly out of his mouth and onto the floor.

“You think I’m gonna give you motherfuckers anything? You want my father? I’ll be dead and fucking buried before I give him up,” Figueroa spits back at me. I shoot an annoyed glance back at Iris. It’s always the same shit with these guys. They’ll say they’re never giving anything up until they’re pissing themselves from the pain and begging me not to kill them. Then they’d sell out their own granny just for a reprieve.

“I don’t just want your piece of shit father. I want to burn your entire operation. I want every man, woman, and child whose life has been destroyed by you to feel relief when I slit your fucking throat.” I see a flicker of fear behind his eyes when he finally realizes I’m not joking. He won’t make it out of this room alive.

“What do you want? You want money? I can pay. We can all walk away from this,” he begs. They always beg. Iris scoffs behind me, knowing this song and dance like the back of his fucking hand.

“I don’t want your fucking blood money,” I snap back at him, placing my heavy boot on the edge of his chair and pushing until he tips over backwards. He groans loudly when his body hits the floor and the sound is music to my ears. Am I a sick fuck who enjoys listening to people like him suffer? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“My father, he will come for you if you kill me. He will destroy you,” his Spanish accent gets thicker and thicker as the exhaustion from massive blood loss hits him.

“Oh, I’m counting on him coming for me. Do you think you were my target, Alonzo?” I see the exact moment he resigns himself to the understanding that he will die today. “The world won’t miss you.” I tell him, dragging my blade across his throat.

“Dude, did you have to make such a fucking mess?” Iris asks, pulling a pair of black latex gloves on.

“He pissed me off.

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