Crow gives me a curt nod but doesn’t leave. No one does. They all stay to watch, and when I shuffle my bleeding ass over to Davenport, who backed himself up against the wall. I glance around for Faith, but she’s gone. So is Havoc. Her backpack is missing, too.
I toss my gun on the bed and wrap my left hand around Davenport’s neck. “You’re going to die gruesome, you motherfucker.”
“You made this personal when you hurt my son.”
“Nah.” I shake my head. “You made it personal when you tried to rape Faith and thought you could buy her off with a severance package.”
“What a piece of shit,” Discord snarls. “Please, can I cut him?”
“No,” I snap.
“But it’s still my birthday.”
“Bullshit. It’s after midnight. Give me your knife.”
Discord huffs but slaps the knife in my right hand. “No fair. You get to have all the fun.”
“Hold up his right hand.”
Davenport protests when Discord grabs his arm and slams it against the wall. He holds his hand high. “What are you doing?” His question is laced with terror—hopefully, the same terror Faith felt when he had the gun to her head.
“Hurting you,” I explain right before I use the knife to impale his hand to the wall.
His screams echo throughout the room as I call for another knife. Discord, the sick bastard that he is, has another one at the ready, because of course he does. He hands it to me, his mouth twisted in a maniacal grin.
“The other hand,” I growl.
Discord is quick to grab Davenport’s other arm and drag it up the wall.
“Oh, God, no,” Davenport cries.
I slide my gaze over him, disgusted. “You started this game. The least you can do is end it with some dignity.”
And then I impale his left hand.
Perfect.
There’s a commotion behind me. It’s Faith, pushing her way through the Unholy. She comes up beside me, her breathing short and shallow, her cheeks wet from tears. This is the first time in twenty-five years I’ve known this woman to cry in public, and I swear, it shatters my fucking heart into a billion pieces.
“You pathetic piece of shit.” She slaps him across the face with enough force to jolt his entire body.
His bellow of agony when his hands pull against the blades is a symphony. He’s heaving, snot and drool and tears spilling down his face. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”
“You’re only sorry because you didn’t win,” she seethes.
Havoc is right behind her. He wraps his arms around her and hauls her away. She doesn’t protest—much. Kicks up only a small scene. But she stops long enough to spit on Abel’s corpse before Havoc drags her out of the room.
“I’m your whole world now, Daniel.” I pull the knife from Davenport’s left hand, and the entire side of his body slumps. When I lean in real close, I rest my forehead on his and inhale his last breaths with him. “Don’t worry, my dude, we won’t touch your son. Promise. Faith said he’s a fuck up. It’ll be funny as hell to watch him piss away your company.”
Davenport whimpers, fresh tears spilling down his face. He’s a beautiful, disgusting bloody mess. And with the knife’s hilt pressed against my sweaty palm, I’m almost giddy in anticipation of ridding the world of this piece of shit. But unfortunately, I’m also weak from blood loss. Best I get this done before I pass the fuck out and Discord steals my fun.
Still with my forehead to his, I drag the blade slow—so friggin’ slow—across Davenport’s throat. Watch as his eyes go wide. Savor the warmth of his blood mixed with mine as the life seeps from his body. Laugh as the last bit of light leaves his eyes. And when he sags against the wall, the weight pulling on the blade stuck in his right hand, I feel arms catch me as my knees buckle.
I’m tugged backward and laid on the bed. “Where’s Faith?” I turn my head, searching for the one person in the whole world I need. “Where is she?”
Her little hand clasps around mine. “I’m here, Jester.”
I curl my fingers around hers. “He’s dead, Fizzle.”
