“He didn’t want to tip you off,” Silver surmised. “Don’t mistake him being nice to you to mean anything more than it does. Narek is nice to everyone.”
“Not to you,” Brixon disagreed. “It’s all surface level. You’re the idiot so desperate for companionship that you fell for it. What do you think we’ve been working toward all this time? Why he stayed on as your secretary even after Uncle Sij passed? We were going to put you in your place. Take Rein Inc. from you, the same way you’ve stolen from us over the years.”
“Only one of us here is a thief.” He couldn’t steal what was already his. “You aren’t as clever as you think, cousin. If the two of you really plotted all of this, you wouldn’t be telling me now.”
“You’ve caught me,” he argued. “I know the plan has failed.”
“That may be,” Silver nodded. “You could be divulging all of this as a last-ditch attempt to hurt me before your inevitable end. However.” He drove the thin blade through the bullet hole on his right shoulder. It’d been patched purely to prevent Brixton from bleeding out, but the bandage gave easily, and blood spurted, warm droplets splattering across Silver’s face as he leaned in and growled. “If you really loved him, you would never drag Nuri deeper into your schemes. You’d want to keep him as far away as possible. Would want to protect him.”
Everyone knew of Silver’s temper, even if he’d kept it mostly under wraps and behind closed doors since his high school days. Brixton would know, would be very aware that he was going to suffer in this room for as long as Silver deemed fit.
“What do you know of love?” Brixton asked once he’d finished cursing, but he noticeably faltered, realizing his mistake.
“I’ve spent a decade observing how Nuri treats his siblings,” Silver reminded. “He’d rather walk through fire than see them so much as singe a hair. If you mattered to him, even a little, he never would have called me. If he mattered to you, you wouldn’t try to soothe your ego at his expense.”
Silver would do anything for Nuri. TohaveNuri. That alone put him above his cousin and his fickle desires.
Brixton may very well wish to fuck him.
But he’d never get that chance.
He hadn’t in the past, and he sure as shit wouldn’t in the future.
“Since that useless appendage between your legs likes to point in the direction of other people’s belongings, perhaps I’ll spare the galaxy some trouble and have it removed.”
Brixton froze, true fear blowing his pupils wide. “Wh-what?”
Silver straightened. “I said I’m going to cut your dick off.” He contemplated. “I could send it to your mother. This is partly her fault for raising a moron.”
Maybe if she’d properly reprimanded her son when he’d stolen that jade, instead of making excuses for him, things would have turned out differently.
Oh well.
Guess they would never know.
Brixton was shaking now, and within a moment, the pungent smell of urine filled the air.
With a scowl, Silver watched him piss himself, the wet stain spreading and soaking the material of his dress pants in seconds.
He realized no part of him wanted to see the other man’s small pecker, even to slice it off, and did away with that idea.
There was still Nuri to deal with. He couldn’t waste any more time here.
And his cousin, while a complete and total waste of oxygen, had inadvertently given him a gift.
A way to test Nuri and teach him a lesson all at once.
Because he did need to be taught a lesson. For daring to secretly meet with another man. For keeping secrets about having accepted Brixton’s advances, even if for only a moment in college.
For still believing, despite this past week together, that he still stood a chance at escaping his grasp, in any capacity.
“Know this,” Silver stated mercilessly. “While you’re here, sitting in your own piss, flesh rotting from untreated wounds, socold even your bones feel frozen, I’ll be balls deep inside ofmyman. He’ll be screamingmyname as he receives my cock. And you?” Silver pulled the thin blade free from his shoulder and tapped the center of his forehead with the end, slicing him in the process. “You won’t even be a blip in his mind. He won’t think about you while he’s being fucked by me. Won’t think to speak on your behalf, or ask me not to kill you.”
Again.
Because Nuri had already done that once, and Silver was still pissed about it, even if he recognized his secretary had merely been looking out for him. It’d had little to nothing to do with Brixton himself.
Silver drove the dagger into Brixton’s thigh, creating a new hole a few inches above where he’d shot him earlier. He buried it as far as he could, until he felt the other side screw into the wood of the chair. Then, he straightened and adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, the spade shaped cufflinks Nuri had gifted him last Yuletide, ignoring the blood staining his hands.
