"So sorry for your luck." I spit at him, and he smacks me across the face. Mikey growls out at him, and I smile.
"You hit like a bitch." I say, trying to keep his attention on me, all he does is stand up and walk out of the room, not giving us even a glance.
"Do you really have to antagonize him?" Mikey glares at me.
"What? It's true." I try to shrug as much as the chains will let me.
"Stop it," he snaps at me.
"If he is hitting me, he isn't hitting you."
"I don't care if he hits me." Mikey spits.
"But I do!" I look up at him. "I will always take the hit for you. You have had to keep me in line my whole life; the least I can do is take a slap or a punch for you."
"Kai..." Mikey starts.
"Stop. I will not back down from this fucker. He can do all he wants, as long as you and Julia stay safe." I will take anything for these two. They are my whole life, and nothing will change that.
"I'm the one who is supposed to be protecting you from him." His voice breaks.
"Well, plans change. So get over it. You..." I get cut off by the door slamming open again.
"I'm backkkkk." De Luca sings as he walks over to us.
"Oh great..." I mutter, then I feel someone slap me upside the head, like I'm a fucking child.
I turn my head, and I can see the guy who hit Mikey with the fucking lead pipe. Tall, probably pushing six foot five, and has to be sitting at three hundred and fifty pounds of pure fucking muscles. He has a shaved head with tattoos covering it, and a black goatee to match his black eyes.
"Couldn't handle your own fights?" De Luca laughs when that man turns and punches Mikey in the stomach. His fist hit the chain, driving it deep. Mikey lets out a low grunt and pukes all over himself and the concrete ground.
My eyes go big, and I shut the fuck up. No way in hell is my brother taking hits for me.
"Nothing else to say, Malachi?" De Luca taunts as he crosses his arms.
I just sit there, not even acknowledging his existence. Fuck him.
I feel the rage starting to run through my veins. This fucker will die, even if it's the last thing I do.
"So, boys, we are going to play a game." De Luca straddles the chair again and leans against the back.
"I will ask a question, and you will answer it. Simple as that."
I huff out a laugh. Nothing is ever that simple, especially with this dumb nut.
"Okay, first question. Where did you meet my daughter?"
Neither of us answers, and tall and broody punches both of us in the stomach.
"Okay... so we are doing this the hard way." He taps his finger on his lips like he is thinking.
"Where is Julia?"
Again, we both don't answer; this time, the punch comes to the face. I groan, and I can feel my nose break with the impact.
"I will get answers, or you will end up being dog food."
Chapter 33
