But Kane begins to laugh. She kicks him in his teeth. He spits them out. “I only did what you wanted.”
She kicks at him again. “I never wanted you, you daft, spoiled manchild!”
He laughs. “You know your brother said that to me once…” his breaths are sticky and garbled. “And then never again.”
Her foot stops midair, rethinking her next kick. She calmly puts her foot down and then sinks down and straddles him, yanking him by the lapels. “Say that to my fucking face!”
“I joined the Syndicate the American way,” he coughs. “I was the youngest to ever join, did you know that? Poor little Charlie Barlie never saw me coming.” His sticky laugh echoes in the white chamber, the crimson pooling from his mouth a dark contrast to all the bright. “Turnedoff his air supply at the deepest part of our tour. And the current took him away.”
Sabrina’s face contorts into one full of fury, but she shoves her face by his ear and whispers something I can't quite hear. She pulls away, spits on his face, smearing it all over, making sure it mixes in with his blood. She grits her teeth and practically growls, “I aborted your spawn. The last of the Ainsworth line died with me. And I promise you, before the sun rises, I’ll have killed your little bitch of a grandfather, too. There will never be another Ainsworth capable of procreating alive and walking this planet as long as I live. I swear it on Charlie’s soul. I will make it my mission to kill each and every one of you fucking leeches. And I’ll start with you today.”
Kane grins wildly and lifts his head an inch above the ground. “Don’t forget to kill dear old Daddykins.”
Sabrina’s eyes widen. “What?”
“That’s why it was so easy to negotiate for you. David… is Alfredrick’s bastard son. And with him not being your actual father, I was able to negotiate for you.”
“And still…” Sabrina smiles demurely with a hint of bitch. “You couldn’t get me to fuck you willingly. Not with a contract. Not with all the money in the world. You still had to resort to something so cowardly, so unmanly… to even get near me. You. Are. Nothing.”
Kane screams and reaches for her, but she drops him so his head hits the white floor with a sickening wetthud. Her fists come up and she begins to stab him anywhere she can reach, anywhere that’s vulnerable until he’s gagging on his blood. In a flurry of movements, Sabrina is up, kicking off her kitten heels and wiggling out of her pants and panties. She stands with her feet on either side of his head.
“Sabrina! What are you doing?” I croak. “We don’t have time for this!”
The door behind her opens, and my eyes widen at the sight of Parker covered in blood. But he stops in his tracks at the sight before him, mismatched eyes wide and jaw to his chest.
“Just one last question, you pusillanimous twat.” She stands over Kane and tilts her head back as a stream of urine hits Kane’s face and chest. “Does that taste familiar?” Her head lolls forward as she makes eye contact with me, and there must be something fucking wrong with me because my dick twitcheseagerlyat the sight of my wife with a hot pink, glittering gun in her hand, bloody switchblade in the other, pissing all over the sputtering motherfucker that tried to hunt me.
Just as she finishes, Kane opens his mouth, but my wife tears her earrings out of her ears, bends at the waist, and shoves them into his already bleeding mouth, then her gun between his brows. She shoots Kanebetween the eyes, stomping on his face with a large smile on hers. She looks deranged. I love herexcessively.
“Bri!”
She turns her torso. “Savage!”
“Put your fucking pants on baby. It’s mayhem up there and we need to get the fuck out.”
“Mayhem?”
“Yes!” Parker jogs over and grabs the set of keys Kane had in his hand off the floor and comes to me. “Can you walk?” He unlocks the cuffs on me.
My arm swings down and I grunt at the relief with a wince. “I’m not sure. But I'm standing. They doped me up with something. I can't really feel my legs.”
“Shit. Okay. Sabrina, are your pants on?”
“Yes!”
“I’m gonna unlock this thing; you need to catch him in case he falls.”
“I got him.”
“Sabrina, no, I weigh a hundred pounds more than you,” I argue.
“Then let's hope your legs work, husband.” She positions herself with her chest to mine, arms around my torso in a tight embrace, ready to catch me. I sling my free arm over her shoulder. “Ready?”
I nod. “Ready.”
The second my arm is free; I slump over her with a groan.
“I got you, Maks. We got you,” Parker soothes as I do my best to get my legs to move. It’s slow, but they’re moving.
