“Please, if you’re going to kill me, just do it,” William begged. “I’m not scared to die.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. I took a drag off my cigarette, staring at him from my seat across from him. He was tied to a rickety kitchen chair, and the p***y was too weak to even get out of that. Deadleg was propped up on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table, looking relaxed and amused on the outside, but I saw the fire in his eyes. He’d grown fond of Evelyn in her time with me.
“Oh? Did she beg you like that, William, when you were beating the s**t out of her?”
“She’s my kid. I disciplined her how I—“
“Discipline,” I snorted with disgust. “Christian, there any bourbon in there?I think I’d like a drink.” I called over my shoulder.
“Gin’s all he’s got,” Christian rumbled, bringing me a g
