Stone
“Please, let me go. I swear I won"t tell-”
His pleas for mercy had long since become an annoyance for me.
My blade sliced a long, thin line from his chest to his rib cage, his beaten and most likely broken ribs causing the pansy ass to howl in renewed pain.
“Tell me what I want to know and maybe I will.”
It was a lie. No matter what he told me, I"d kill the fucker.
I can deal with a s**t ton, but messing with my family is a deal-breaker for me.
I don"t care if you"re drunk or high or on death"s door. You mess with my family, you"re as good as dead.
“Really?”
Nodding, I arched a brow, knowing for damn sure that the prick was going to fold, just for the small chance of mercy, for release from the hell-hole he"d been dragged into more than three days ago.
Most of the club oper
