“How should I have shown my appreciation? By killing someone and trying to cover it up?”
The hit from Monty came hard and fast, knocking Zane’s head back.
Bonnie screamed. “Leave him alone!”
Monty turned his attention to her. “Hi. We haven’t met. I’m Monty, the cousin. You know, originally, I was pissed at Ax formissing the shot and hitting that other bitch. But this turned out better.”
Zane spat a mouthful of blood to the floor. “Don’t you fucking talk to her!”
One side of Monty’s mouth lifted. “Considering I’m standing here, and you’re tied up there, I’d say I can do whatever the hell I want.” He stepped closer to Zane. “How does it feel?”
“How doeswhatfeel?” Zane asked, body twisting as he tugged at his bindings.
Bonnie sawed at the rope around her wrists. Almost…there.
Monty lifted a brow. “Watching your future disappear.”
Another growl from Zane.
“You took everything from me,” Monty said, tone shifting. Darkening. Any hint of humor gone. “Now you can watch your future burn like mine did.”
Zane twisted again. “What did you expect me to do? Let you get away with murdering that woman?”
“Yes!I expected you to have some fucking loyalty to the man who gave youeverything. Instead, you tore my life out from beneath my feet!”
“You didn’t give me anything, Monty. I won my own fights. And I didn’t take your life. All I did was defend myself and holdyouaccountable for your actions.”
Monty hit him again, and for the second time, Zane’s head flew back.
“Stop it!” she shouted, heart racing.
“Shit, that felt good.” Monty grinned. “Now, I promised the guys they could have some time with your bitch before we kill her, Zane.”
Zane spat more blood, growls rippling from his chest, loud and fierce. “No one fucking touches her!”
“Oh, touch her they will. And you’ll get a front-row seat.” Monty turned to Bonnie. “Have fun, my darling. Or don’t.”
Her pulse raced, thin beads of sweat gathering on her forehead as she sawed blindly at the rope, not caring that her wrists were raw and bleeding, barely feeling when the blade sliced her skin.
Zane was visibly pulling and tugging at his bindings now, so aggressive his chair groaned and wobbled.
Monty disappeared up the stairs, and seconds later, more footsteps sounded before a new man appeared. She immediately recognized him from one of the photos.
The bald guy with the tattoos down his neck.
Come on, come on, come on.
Fear gnawed at her insides, making her entire body shake. She didn’t hide her movements anymore. She couldn’t afford to. She didn’t have time.
The guy grinned at her. “Hey, baby.”
“You touch her and I’ll tear you the fuck apart!” Zane yelled.
Pop. The rope snapped.
The guy bent down to smell her neck—and she pulled her hands apart and thrust the knife into his throat.
He gasped.
