Enzo doesn’t lower his gun. I don’t know what the fuck his problem is, but I couldn’t have pushed him that hard, he’s still standing. Fuck him. I focus all my attention on Niko, storming up to him and jamming my gun in his mouth.
He’s awake, sweating. Still tied down to the chair, blood soaked through his pants. Someone’s even put them back on him.How fucking sweet.
“How do you know Sophia Monroe?” I growl, forcing the gun deeper between his lips.
He blinks up at me, his eyes full of wild terror. He tries to breathe through me gagging him and snot and spit fly out of his nose and the corner of his lips. He grunts words I can’t understand, and for a minute it enrages me more, until I realize he can’t fucking tell me what I want to know with my piece in his mouth.
I’m breathing heavy, too heavy. I feel almost lightheaded with fury. I want to kill him for knowing her. I want to kill them just thinking about them touching her like I did. I yank my gun out of his mouth and try to gain control.
I crouch down eye-level with him. “Let’s start again.” I’m seething, grinding my teeth like an animal. “How do you know Sophia Monroe?”
From the corner of my eye, I see Tony standing against the wall, arms folded across his chest. I don’t look at him. I don’t look at anyone else but Niko. Not even Enzo, who is still pointing his gun at me.
Something’s wrong.
Niko smiles up at me and spits. Blood sprays across the front of my shirt and splatters over my shoes.
“Where is she?” I ask.
“Probably sucking cock somewhere.” His voice sounds funny. Then I realize a few of his teeth are gone. Tony must have played dentist in the few minutes I was upstairs opening my delivery of shitty mail.
I straighten up and pull the blade I keep in my waistband. I’m still ignoring the two fuckers standing behind me watching. I’ll deal with them later. I open up my knife and hold it an inch in front of his eyes. “I’m not a patient man, Niko. I’m going to ask you a few questions. For each question you’re going to get five seconds to answer.” I step closer, running the sharp point of the knife over the skin of his forearms, ripping at the first layer of skin. A trail of blood beads to the surface instantly. “If you don’t answer? Well, I’ll just dig deep for the answers. How do you know Sophia Monroe?”
He looks at me as though I have three heads and a dick on each nose. “She’s the whore telling me all Tony’s secrets, son. All of them.”
“Who the fuck is Sophia Monroe?” Tony’s voice is even, but I hear the anger and rage lying just underneath. If he finds out Sophia is Felony and she’s been talking, he’s going to kill her.
He’s going to kill her.
“How do you think we know everything you do?” Niko laughs. Why the hell is he laughing? The son of a bitch is tied to a chair, missing half his teeth, and I’m about to shove this knife through his arm.
“Corrado? Who’s this girl you’re asking about?”
I can’t speak. I’m the one who brought her name into this. He doesn’t know her as Sophia—only Felony or Mallory. Fuck me, my head is swimming. I swallow hard and look at Tony. “What did you get out of him? What did he say when I left?”
“Nephew. Who is Sophia Monroe?” he asks again. I feel the butt of Enzo’s gun hit the back of my head.
I don’t say a word. Something was said while I was upstairs. Something that changed everything.
Tony steps forward. His face is heavy with emotion. “Last night, Corrado. Last night Niko and his guys found a shipment of items that belonged to me.” He lays a hand over my shoulder, his fingers squeezing hard into my skin. “A shipment only you and a dead man knew about. I don’t feel like I can trust anybody right now. So, I’m going to ask again. Who’s Sophia Monroe?”
“It’s Felony, boss,” Enzo says behind me. “I just showed him a few things I found on the bitch. She’s connected with Niko, and Corrado’s been fucking her like a dog. How much did you pay for that ass, Corey?”
I whirl around, fists flying, landing a loud crunching punch to Enzo’s nose, dropping him to the floor instantly.
I square up to Tony.
“You may want to rethink your next move, son. You don’t want your mother burying you before it’s time.”
“Sophia—Felony—she’s not like that.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Carlo, Sal, tie up Corrado. My nephew needs the same lesson I taught his father.”
I whip around and Carlo and Sal are somehow face to face with me. They look upset and confused and so am I.He needs to teach me the same lesson he taught my father?
That’s when the butt of Carlo’s gun slams into my temple. At least I think it was Carlo, could have ben Sal, but either way the room turns black and the floor comes up fast to my face.
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