Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
A wicked smile forms on her face. “You chose to lie for me.”
“It wasn’t a lie. He was guilty of many things, including murder,” I respond, placing my hands beside her on the desk. “Just not the random string of lipstick murders all around the city.”
She grabs my tie and starts playing with it, just like she did when she first came into my apartment. “How did you get him to confess?”
“I gave him a choice. Go to prison and keep the secret or die. It was easy from there.”
The smirk on her face grows wider. “Connivingly evil … So unlike you, Detective Foley.”
“I’ve done worse things,” I reply.
“You let me get away with a crime.”
“After what those men did to you, they deserved everything you gave to them,” I say.
“What about Bob?” she asks, tilting her head.
“You didn’t kill him, did you?”
She shakes her head, and I already know it must’ve been Xavier or Orion.
“But if I tell you who did, you would put them in jail …”
“And then you’d kill me,” I reply.
She bites her lip, and it’s so tantalizing that I want nothing more than to slam my lips right back onto hers.
But I need to set the record straight first. “Your boys actually helped me.”
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“They were there in the clinic when I tried to apprehend Samuel.”
Her pupils dilate. “They … know?”
I nod. “Everything.”
Her face contorts, almost as if it hurts her to have a weakness at all, so I tip up her chin. “They love you more than anything. Those boys would jump into the fire for you if you told them to. They will be there for you.”
“Unlike you?”
I sigh out loud. “I’m … not like them.”
She snorts. “You think I like you because you’re like them? Fuck no, I like your stubbornness, and your unwillingness to surrender to anyone.”
I don’t care that she called me stubborn and unwilling. All I care about is that one sentence before. “You like me?”
Her lips part, but no words spill from her mouth, and then her cheeks get all rosy. I’ve never seen her this flustered.
“Like an old enemy I keep running into,” she adds with a playful grin.
I lean in to graze my lips past hers. “An enemy you can’t keep your hands off …”
“An enemy who’s still got all the dirt on me,” she whispers back against my lips.
I pull away and grab the papers we both found all over my office, stuff them into the trash, then throw in my lighter to watch it all burn right in front of her.
“What about the digital copies?” she asks.
“Deleted.”
“And your coworkers? Won’t they ask questions?”
“All evidence points to José.”
“You mean you planted the evidence and got rid of the real ones?”
“Everyone wants the Bones Brotherhood gone, not just you. People are happy José is caught. No one cares about the truth.”
She jumps off my desk. “I care. They’re not gone. And Samuel certainly isn’t.”
I go to my knee in front of her, and she sucks in a breath as I reach into her boot and pull out a knife, holding it up for her to take. “You want justice? Then take it.”
She slowly reaches for the knife. “You won’t try to stop me?”
“I’ve tried … many, many times …” I mutter, slipping her boot off her foot.
I kiss the same leg she just thrusted into my balls.
“Consider this my apology for hunting you.”
When she grabs the knife, she immediately pushes the blade underneath my chin. “You will find him for me, won’t you?”
I lean in closer as the blade tips up my chin and pushes my lips apart.
“I will do whatever it takes to bring you the revenge you need.”
The darkness on her face is like an aphrodisiac crushing my light. “Good boy.”
CHAPTER 49
Sunny
It was stupidly easy to find Sam when you have two killers and a cop at your heels.
He was hiding out in The Shack after being denied solace by the Bones Brotherhood, because they don’t want to be collateral in my killer games. So much for friends.
“Please, don’t kill me, please!” he pleads, while tied up to a tree.
“I love hearing my victims beg,” I muse.
I step back to watch him squirm against the trunk. The poor fucker pissed himself in fear.
“But you will die today.”
“Please, no!” he screams. “Let me make it up to you, please, I am begging you. I only took our kid, that’s it.”
I raise a fist and punch him in the nose, and he yelps in pain. “You took everything from me!”
I approach Atreus, who stands in the grass like a soldier, his hands behind his back, observing the scene.
“Are you ready?” I ask him.
He nods. “Show me.”
All right then. If he wants to see the depravity I’m capable of … who am I to deny him the pleasure?