He turned his head toward his brothers, sneering.
"Just like I told bad boyfriend assassin, I should have killed both of you a long time ago. Fucking idiots you are, you never checked the girls for trackers. You always were incompetent morons."
He glared at me, both eyes barely open. "Let's go, you two. Just fucking kill us and get it over with."
I pulled my knife free; the blade shining in the faint light. "You should know by now, Hector," I murmured, my voice low and dangerous. "There won't be a quick death with me. Not after what you did to Kitlyn, so I suggest you relax the best you can, and enjoy what's coming."
Jacob stood by my shoulder, silent and solid.
My brother in arms.
Hector grinned through broken teeth, blood staining his chin. "Do your worst, tough guys."
So I did.
I'd had enough of these three scumbags. It was time to get to Kitten, and our life. I think I got my point across and the three maggots in front of me paid dearly for touching what is mine. Hurting her in all ways.
This was personal.
The blade in my hand felt like an extension of myself….cold and angry. Hector slouched forward, his eyes burning with hatred. "You think this ends with me? He gasped. "There will always be another. You kill me, ten more will rise. That's how this world works."
I bent closer, the knife tip resting against his throat, pressing just enough to dimple the skin. His breath hitched.
"I don't need to end the world, just you."
Jacob barked out a laugh, moving toward Juan, who flinched like a whipped dog. "And you—you pissed stained motherfucker—don't pin it all on your brother. Your dick didn't accidentally fall into Becca's mouth, so shut the fuck up and face the consequences like a man."
Juan's silence was answer enough.
I stood beside Hector, bringing my blade down into his thigh, digging in deep. He howled like a wounded animal, his muscles straining against the chains. Blood seeped through the blanket, dark and oozing.
"This is for starving, torturing and raping Kitlyn."
I twisted the blade slowly.
His jaw clenched, eyes rolling in the back of his head.
"You're nothing but a piece of shit!" I spat.
Juan whimpered, his voice desperate.
"Please. We didn't want to do it. He made us—"
"Shut the fuck up," Jacob snapped, and before Juan could utter another word, Jacob's fist slammed into his jaw so hard, the bone cracked. Juan slumped forward, drooling blood.
I pulled the blade free from Hector's thigh, leaving crimson splashes across the floor. He was wheezing and panting.
"You die last. You get to watch your brothers go first."
Jacob grinned, cracking his knuckles.
"Well, let's get started. I'm starving."
He went for Juan, who was still slumped half out of it. Jacob didn't hesitate. He grabbed the chair, tilted it backward to the floor, and brought his boot down hard on Juan's throat. The metal bent beneath the force. Juan choked, gasped, then stilled, his eyes wide and blank.
"One scumbag down," Jacob muttered, brushing the dust off his hands. "Two more to go."
Julio's screams filled the room. He thrashed in his chair, chains biting into his skin. "No! Please don't—"
