“Hugo will be here in ten minutes.”
“Good,” I reply to Nico before I turn my head to stare at the piece of shit beside me. “Anywhere quiet along the Hudson River will do.”
Noticing his shoe is beside Sienna’s towel, I lean down and grab it. Will startles at my sudden movement and lets out a shriek.
“Christ,” I grumble while placing the towel on the front passenger seat, “I seriously don’t know what my sister saw in you.”
“Valentina will never forgive you.”
Bringing my arm up, I elbow him in the mouth, and it silences him for a minute or so as he spits out a tooth and blood.
“Can you pass me the towel?” the fucker dares to ask.
Taking hold of his collar, I yank hard and rip part of his shirt and sleeve off. Shoving it into his hand, I growl, “If you get a single drop of blood on my seats, I’ll skin you alive.”
He makes a panicked sound in the back of his throat, and while he covers his bleeding mouth with the fabric, he glances at the leather seat to make sure he didn’t mess on it.
Nico brings the SUV to a stop in a dark area, the SUV’s headlights sending beams across the shore and water.
“Get out,” I order as I shove my door open.
When Nico joins me outside the SUV, and Will doesn’t move, I tip my head at the fucker. Nico stalks toward the back of the vehicle, and opening the door, he grabs hold of the bastard’s arm and hauls him out of my Bentley.
“Please! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” he cries. “After you came over a few months ago and beat me up, I was angry. You have to understand how humiliating that was, and Valentina didn’t look at me the same afterward. She wouldn’teven let me touch her,” he rambles, oblivious to the fact he’s making me angrier with every pathetic word that leaves his mouth.
Pulling my gun from behind my back, I take off the safety. Nico gives Will a hard push that makes him stumble across the gravel.
His movements turn jittery as terror sinks its claws into him. He looks at the water, then meets my eyes.
“You are the stupidest piece of shit I’ve ever met, Will.” My tone is dark and unforgiving, carrying the promise of certain death.
“I can do better,” he whispers.
“You’ve only made it this far because of Valentina.” I aim at his foot and pull the trigger. As the blast disappears into the night, Will lets out a howl and drops to his ass on the gravel along the shoreline. He grabs his ankle and stares in horror at the hole in his loafer.
“For years, I had to watch you treat a Falco queen like a maid.” The words rumble deep from my chest, and lifting my arm, I shoot again.
The bullet burns tears through Will’s flesh, slamming into his shin.
“Please!” he screams, his face torn with pain.
Crouching beside Will, I press the barrel against his thigh, and when I lock eyes with him, the acidic stench of piss hits my nostrils.
I glance down and see the wet spot stretching all the way to the barrel. “Did you just piss on my gun?” I ask, my tone a little incredulous.
“P-please.” His breaths turn ragged, and shivers rush through his body. With one of his bloody hands, he grabs hold of my arm and gives me a pleading look.
I savor every second as I stare into his eyes again, and I don’t have to wait long before the realization that he's about to die registers in his brown irises.
Another car pulls up, and I don’t bother looking to see who it is.
“Nathan and Santa are here to clean up once you’re done,” Nico informs me.
Will begins to shake his head as I move the barrel, and when I press it into his gut, his entire body jerks. His fingers curl into my shirt, and I savor his terror for a few more seconds before I pull the trigger.
His fingers lose their hold on me, and as he drops back onto the gravel, he presses his hand to his stomach while he begins to cry. “I don’t want to die.”
I lean over him, and when I press the barrel of my Glock to his temple, the fucker squeezes his eyes shut. I wait for close to twenty seconds before he opens them again. We stare at each other, then I grow tired of his sniffling and pull the trigger.
