Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Let me guess. That whole thing about breaking up was true, but it’s them breaking up with you. They want their Quinn back because just like I told them, I’m the only one who can give them what they need. Aww.” She pushed out her lips, pouting in mock concern. “You’re so desperate, you’re taking out the competition before she knows she’s in the game. Pathetic.”
“Holy hell, you talk a lot of bullshit. The Bedlam Boys wouldn’t touch you with a flea-bitten homeless man’s dick, let alone their own.” One step, then another, I ate the distance. “We’re not here to play games, Quinn. You’re going to tell me where the sheriff is. That’s it. That’s all you have to do right now.
“My first priority is to free him and get him to stop whatever Davidson is planning. After that’s done, we’ll have a deeper conversation about the Black Letter Crew, everything you guys have done, and everything you’re planning.”
Quinn looked from me... to the golf club striking my palm. “And if I don’t, what are you going to do, de Souza? Beat me? Torture me?”
“Yes.”
Her grin twitched. Unsurety flashed across her features for the briefest moment.
“Oh, please,” she snorted. “You don’t have the stomach.”
“I don’t? A year ago, sure, I didn’t have the stomach. But then the girl I thought I was burned a man alive. And the girl I really am remembered that you killed my sister.” I bent, latching my gaze onto hers. “Look in my eyes, Quinn. Do I have the stomach?”
She looked, and the grin melted away. “You won’t kill me.”
“You sound like you’re asking me, not telling me. If you need me to repeat myself, here it is: you will not survive this, Cunningham. No matter what, I will beat you bloody and bury you in the dirt for what you did to Rainey.”
“I didn’t do anything!” She lurched forward, trying to bash in my nose. Again she didn’t get far. “I have no idea about any of this. You have the wrong person!”
“Jacques assured me you’re the right person. Now that I’m finally looking, I know it’s true.”
“You’re wrong,” she said, shaking her head under the ropes. “You’re about to make a big mistake, de Souza. The worst you’ll ever make. This is your last chance to let me go.”
I straightened. “Where is Jack Sharpe?”
“You’re deaf and stupid. I. Don’t. Know,” she yelled.
“This is your last chance,” I said, voice flat. “Where is Jack Sharpe?”
She made a frustrated noise. “I swear when I get out of here, I’m going to make a sex tape with all of your boyfriends—at the same time—and make sure it’s the only thing they let you watch in your jail cell.”
“Kinky. I’m not too interested in the you part, but put me in the middle of that orgy, and I’ll happily watch it in prison. But I did say that was your last chance to answer, and I don’t want to start this off by lying to you.” I lifted the club, making her shoulders tense, then set it down on the floor. “I’m fortunate now that so many things were left in the barn to rust.”
I reached over her head, and picked something off the fireplace mantle. Quinn’s eyes crossed on the shears I held before her nose.
“One thing that’ll always bother me about that night, and about you, is that even though you were there to do what you did, you dressed up like you were going on a date. It was that important to you to look pretty.” I took a hank of her hair, and cut it off without pause or warning.
Quinn’s scream echoed throughout the acres.
“It does bring me some peace to know after today, you’ll never look pretty again.”
“You bitch! You evil, twisted bitch!” Spittle showered my arm. “You’ll pay for that. I fucking swear, you’ll regret this!”
“Where is Jack Sharpe?”
“I don’t know! I’m not who you think I am. You’ve got everything ass-backwards like the stupid farm hick you are.”
I grabbed another hank.
“No, no, no—”
It separated in my hand. I let go, letting the strands fall on her lap.
“Where is Jack Sharpe?”
Quinn snarled, furious tears gathering on her lids. “You’re going to wish you burned Ruckus night, de Souza. I’ll never forget this.”
“But I forgot. I locked away the truth of what happened to Rainey and you got to live two years on borrowed time. You had to know there was a chance I’d get my memory back,” I said. “You had to know one day we’d end up here. At least quit the act and face me as your true self, because you’re not getting away from me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why won’t you listen to me?”
I grasped her ends. She tensed, sucking in a breath. “Are you sure that’s what you want to say? I’ll give you three seconds to come up with a better response.”