“All right, this is getting us nowhere.”He snapped his fingers.“Hold his head.”
His guy did as told, holding the fuckwad immobile.
“What are you doing?Hey!”Panic had him trying to pull away, but there was nowhere to go.“What are you doing?”
Max stared at him.“Do you know what happens to an eyeball when it’s stabbed?That’s a rhetorical question, because I bet you don’t.First, it’s very painful.I mean, I’ve never had my eyeball ripped out of my head, but from the screams I’ve heard, you’re not gonna like it.Anyway, the next thing that happens is the cornea, that’s the clear part in the front, and the sclera, that’s the white part, tear.And I don’t mean like an itty-bitty tear.No, that fucker is going to look like it’s melted.Next, the fluid inside starts oozing.It’s called vitreous humor, but there’s not one God-damn thing you’re going to laugh at.You’re going to be blind, in pain, and when you pass out, my guys here will throw piss on you to wake up.Now, if I were you, I’d start talking and if you tell me what I want to know, you’ll die quickly with both eyeballs intact.”
The man remained stubbornly silent.Max took his time, bringing the blade close so he could see how sharp it was.
“Last chance.”
Still, nothing.
Without remorse, Max slowly pushed the tip into the eye.Screams reverberated around the manufacturing plant, but he didn’t ease up.Slowly, more of the blade sank into the sclera.
“I’ll tell!”he cried.“I’ll tell!”
Max pulled back, watching blood and the watery fluid-gel pour from the decimated eye.“Where?”
The man suddenly laughed, a harsh almost manic-like sound.“You should’ve protected her better.”
It only took a moment for Max to understand what he meant.His body went cold.Done playing, he thrust the blade into his throat, ending his miserable life.
“Get rid of him,” he barked, flipping his knife closed.He pulled out his cell, noticing he had several missed calls from his security agency for the gallery and a text message from Quinn relaying that the alarm had been tripped.Hurrying back to his car, he called Quinn.“Pick up, damn it.”
Over and over, just like the Bryan situation.Only this time, a true monster was involved.
Chapter Ten
Quinn lay in bed, butsleep eluded her.How could it not?The memories played like a porno through her head.She’d never, in all her sexually active years, felt so fundamentally changed down to her soul.Awareness had flared in the elevator.Passion flared during their kiss.Now, she wrestled with the consequences, and fear festered in her stomach.She couldn’t lose this.Losehim.
Her cell rang, jolting her out of her restless thoughts.Frowning, she raised her head off the pillow to grab her phone.Squinting against bright screen, she realized it was the gallery’s security system calling and quickly answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Miss Quinn Varlet?
