But what hits me harder than any of that?
Londyn stands five feet away. All of a sudden, silent, unmoving, watching me beat the living shit out of this dude, with cold, unfeeling eyes.
She’s shut down so completely it’s like she’s not even in her own skin. There’s no anger or fear. Like whatever Tony broke, she buried the pieces and walked away.
And that makes my rage boil so hot it shakes my bones.
Circling Tony slowly, my knuckles throb, his blood, drying on my skin. “Look at her,” I snarl. “You did that.”
Lifting his head, the fucker actually smirks with blood sliding down his chin.. “She always did have a stick up her ass.”
My vision snaps white.
I lunge.
I’m inches before impact when Mav slams an arm into my chest, shoving me back.
“Hold it together, Night.” His voice is steady enough to cut through the fog. “We need him breathing. We need him to keep talking.”
My hands shake. I want to tear this motherfucker apart piece by piece. I want him to feel every second of what Ty felt. What Londyn still feels. What she still lives with.
I dial my anger back because Mav’s right. If Tony dies now, Herrera walks. And Londyn stays in danger.
Grabbing his chin, I force his head up. “You can die tied to this chair,” I growl, “or you can give me Herrera. Either way? I’ll be the last face you see.”
“Then I guess I’ll die looking at you,” he says, that same stupid blood-stained smile plastered on his face.
Behind me, Lolo lets out the softest breath. Not fear. Not disgust. Just nothing.
The woman who was full of passion last night is gone, and that emptiness is gasoline on a fire already out of control.
Pliers in hand, I search her face for a reason to hold back.
All I find is emptiness… a steel, merciless void that gives me permission without saying a word..
Turning my attention back to Tony, that stupid smile drops.
Good.
His jaw cracks under my grip, blood sliding thick down his chin.
“You liked hearing her scream when she walked in and saw her family slaughtered,” I say, letting Londyn hear every damn word. “Let’s see how loud you get.”
“Night,” Maverick warns, but doesn’t stop me because he knows this piece of shit deserves worse.
When I lock the pliers onto Tony’s front tooth, panic flares in his eyes.
I yank… hard… ripping the tooth free.
A raw, ugly scream echoes off the rafters. Blood hits my hand, the whole chair jerking like it’s trying to break away from him.
Londyn doesn’t flinch.
Doesn’t blink.
Not one reaction.
The sound of her silence feeds my rage.
