Maverick steps in. “Give us Herrera and this ends.”
Tony sobs, choking. “F-fuck you…”
I lean in, voice low. “You first, bitch!.”
Grabbing the next tooth, I keep my eyes on Londyn as I rip it from Tony’s skull.
His wails rattle the room, but she’s stone.
Because she’s seen worse.
She saw Ty’s destroyed body. Saw her parents mutilated. Saw what Tony’s cartel left of them… execution style… in her childhood home.
That kind of horror doesn’t just harden you. It hollows you out.
She walked in on hell, and the woman she was, never made it back out.
So seeing Tony suffer means nothing to her, and that kills something inside me.
Blood mists the air as Tony convulses, crying, begging without even forming words.
Londyn watches like she’s watching someone fold laundry.
That emptiness… it snaps something in me.
Snatching the knife from the table raise it high, every ounce of what she’s lost tearing through me, driving me to end this fucker’s life right here, right now.
Maverick slams into me, grabbing my wrist so hard pain shoots up my arm. “Night! STOP!”
But I push forward anyway, dragging him with me. “Let go. LET GO!”
“You kill him, we lose Herrera!” he snarls, muscles locking around me.
“I don’t give a damn” I roar. “He EXECUTED THEM!”
Maverick holds my arms, putting his full weight into restraining me. “And she saw it! That’s why you STOP!”
But I don’t.
I can’t.
I’m gone… completely swallowed by the rage.
Then a hand presses against my chest. Small. Warm. Lolo.
She doesn’t shove. Doesn’t beg, just says my name.
“Nightmare.”
It’s barely above a whisper, but it breaks me.
My knees nearly buckle, but Maverick tightens his grip, holding me upright as my breath comes in sharp, ragged bursts
Lolo’s eyes meet mine.
Empty.
Destroyed.
