His smirk widens. “Funny hearing anything from you. You used to trust me with everything. Hell, you used to trust me with your body. Don’t tell me you forgot those nights, Londyn.”
“It’s not like you were any good at it,” I scoff. “I’ve had women that fucked me better than you ever did,” I snap. He thinks he’s going to intimidate me after what happened to my family? Wrong bitch.
“Oh shit,” Mav laughs. “You’re a snitchandyou can’t fuck? That’s pathetic.”
That shuts Tony’s mouth and his ego real quick.
He exhales sharply. “Fine. Ty was a rat. Rats always get what’s coming. You think Herrera needed me to tell him? He’s got ears everywhere. All I did was speed things up. Is that what you wanna hear?”
The room goes still. Steel shifts his weight, Maverick’s jaw tightens, Malcolm’s fists clench at his sides.
I don’t wait. Reaching back, I slam my fist into his face. The crack is ugly, and wet.
“Stupid bitch! You broke my fucking nose!” he yells, blood streaming down his mouth.
“You betrayed me, motherfucker,” I hiss, leaning close to his face, “and now you’re going to give us everything… names, routes, meetings. Because if you don’t…”
I grab a pair of pliers off the table, letting the metal clink loud against the steel.
“… I’ll make sure your uncle buries an empty coffin.”
Tony laughs, sharp and ugly, blood bubbling at his lips. “You don’t get it. Herrera’s got men everywhere. You think you’re hidden? You think you’re safe? He already knows you’ve got me. And when he comes, he won’t just take me back… he’ll take her.” He flicks his eyes to me, slow and taunting.
“That might be a little difficult considering I jammed your tracker, asshole,” Turbo says, stepping forward with a device in his hand.
Tony’s smirk falters… just a flicker.
Malcolm steps behind him and yanks the back of his head, forcing his face up. “Look at me,” he growls. Tony hesitates. With a violent shove, his face meets the metal table, blood spattering across it. “I said look at me.”
Tony groans, disoriented.
“You’re not walking out of here untouched,” he says, fist curling in Tony’s hair. “You’re going to feel every lie you tell until we get the truth."
Opening a drawer, Steel slides a pair of bolt cutters onto the table.
Tony’s breath stutters. “You… you’re bluffing.”
Steel smirks. “Try me.”
Maverick digs his thumb into Tony’s broken nose, twisting, and he screams like the bitch he is… high, panicked, real terror breaking through that cocky façade.
“That’s more like it,” Mav murmurs. “Now we’re havin’ a conversation.”
Steel steps forward, voice calm but cold. “You’re not in control here. You’re tied to a fucking chair. Start talking, or your uncle’s gonna find you in pieces.”
Tony pants, pain twisting his features as blood drips from his chin. “You kill me, you sign your own death warrants. The entire Mendaro Syndicate will come down on you and won’t stop until you and everyone you love is dead.”
“Everyone I love is dead,” I seethe. “You made sure of that. So I’ve got nothing to lose.”
Malcolm’s boots scrape across the concrete as he steps to the tool table. He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t need to. The room shifts with him.
Picking up the needle-nose pliers, he turns them over in his hand.
“What? That’s supposed to bother me?” Tony asks, but it comes out shaky.
Before he says another word, Malcolm grabs his hand, slamming it flat on the table, the impact rattling the metal tray. Tony jolts, a barked curse ripping out of him.
Using his weight, he pins Tony’s wrist down. Veins strain along his forearm as he tightens his grip.
