Page 34 of Dark Consequences

“I’m serious! I didn’t drug her, and I definitely didn’t rape her. She wanted it. I swear.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t think you understand what consent looks like,” I say. “Didn’t your parents teach you that no means no?”

“That’s rich, coming from a maniac who has me tied up and torturing me.”

Finally. Now, we’re getting somewhere.

A sick smile stretches across my face as I lock eyes with him, letting him see the unsettling sight of a devil sharpening its claws in my gaze. A devil excited to come out and play.

“What kind of doctor did you say he was again, Dom?” I ask, my eyes never leaving the shaking man.

“He switched from emergency medicine to plastics a few years ago. Must be all that guilt weighing on his mind from all the women and, who knows, maybe men too, he sold.” Dom replies.

“I’ve never fucked a man, you sick bastard.”

“Oh, well, thank God for small miracles, I guess,” Dom snaps back.

I run the cold steel of my blade down one of his three remaining fingers on his hand. “What happened, Doc? The women in emergency med no longer doing it for you? So you switch to plastics, where you just have free access to them all the time?”

“Don’t tell me you molest them while they’re under,” Michael growls.

Joe’s face falls as more tears fall freely from his eyes. We have our answer, and it drives me to grab his uninjured hand and sever it completely right above the wrist joint. Blood pours out and gathers quickly on the tile.

“Shit.” Oops. I stand and turn to the table.

“I got it.” Dominic sighs, annoyed with me for cutting the doctor’s hand off. He steps forward with a towel to cover the bloody stump and a tourniquet to slow the bleeding.

I lean forward against the steel table and focus on taking deep breaths to bring my anger back under control before I snap his fucking neck.

“We need him alive,” Michael reprimands me as if reading my mind.

“I know that.”

“For now, at least. Get what you need and then kill him.”

Reminded of my goal, I feel the devil settle down before turning back around, composed and ready to continue.

“Who did you sell Lily to?” I ask, twirling my knife in my hand.

“I don’t know…it was some local guys,” Joe cries. “I swear. It was the first time I ever dealt with them, and I never saw them again.”

Sounds like teams were rotated to collect the “goods.” It’s sickening to think that we do the same in our various businesses, but it’s a common tactic. “And who did they work for?”

“I never saw their faces or talked to them personally.”

“I’m sure you heard something.” I slap his pale, damp cheek a few times. “Come on. Think, Joe. Use that doctor brain of yours.”

He groans deep from the radiating pain. I really shouldn’t have cut his hand off. But I loathe the man with a level of hatred I never thought possible. Maybe not as much as Xiao, but I still want to send him to the deepest pits of hell where he can spend his days tortured over and over by the devil himself. Until I arrive to continue at least.

“The Los...Renegados,” he whispers. “I swear…that’s all I know.”

I believe him. And we have what we need.

“What else does Rose like? Maybe a day away from Liam at like the spa or something?” Enzo asks, switching back to the earlier conversation since our time with the good doc is ending.

Michael snorts. “A day away from our son is the last thing she wants, but a spa day does sound nice.”

“What about you, Raphael? Are you going to get Lily and Mei something?” Dom asks.

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