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It had been a long time since I let more than a small sliver of my dark side creep out.
I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this.
I played along for a moment, wanting him to take me to Cinna, wanting a moment to assess the situation, see how I could get her free and safe while also getting revenge for her.
“This motherfucker killed Nick, Roy, and Eddie,” the guy behind me said, landing a kick to the back of my knee as the rest of the people came into view.
Including Cinna, zip tied to a chair.
Bloody.
Sweating.
Eyes wild.
My gaze took it all in, memorized it, because I wanted them to pay for every punch, smack, cut, and whatever else the fuck she’d endured.
Standing to her side was a man with a pleased smirk, his fingers still inside a set of brass knuckles.
Behind her chair was the other woman I’d heard before.
She was older than I’d anticipated. Maybe in her forties with a short crop of blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and a svelte frame in a hideously ill-fitting navy blue pant suit.
And that dark patch by her sleeve?
I suspected that was Cinna’s blood.
My gaze slid back to Cinna, watching as her gaze slipped down twice quickly, begging me to follow.
When I did, I saw that my girl hadn’t been idle.
Her wrists were bound back behind the chair, widening her chest, making her arch back painfully.
But something wasn’t quite right.
Because the hand I could see was holding onto the chair rung, blood slipping down her hands and fingers.
Her sleeve was down, but I was almost sure she had that wrist free, but knew she couldn’t move because her other wrist and her ankles were still bound. Someone would be able to overpower her before she could get herself fully free.
But I did have my knife on me.
I just had to get it to her.
“So,” I said, tone lighter than my mood was feeling. “You’re the bitch who made me drive all the way out to Bumfuck, Nowhere Jersey to get rid of a body.”
I didn’t know who this Chet guy was, but clearly, he meant something to this woman, judging by how her focus fully went to me instead of Cinna.
“And you’re the one who’s been hiding her from me,” the Miller widow said, pinning me with those shark eyes.
“I gotta say, it’s a specific kind of evil for a woman to order men to try to rape another woman,” I said, getting myself a hard kick from the man behind me.
I let it make me fly forward onto all fours, getting me close enough to Cinna to pretend to use her chair to pull myself up while I carefully slipped the knife under her thigh closest to her free hand.
“Get up,” the Miller woman snapped, making the man grab me by the back of my shirt, hauling me back.
I made eye contact with Cinna then, letting her see all the rage, all the bottomless darkness I usually kept so carefully contained.
I saw the appreciation on her battered face as the devilish smile tugged at my lips.
