Page 58 of Embracing the Consequences

Johnny walked over to the man and grabbed his jaw roughly. Vince’s eyes snapped open as Johnny squeezed his face tightly and turned his head to look at his buddy. “You will watch this,” Johnny threatened, his voice low, “because you will be next.”

“I already told you where to find them!” Vince shouted. “They have a warehouse out past old Sheppard’s Mill. If they have Kara, she’s probably there!”

“Why?” Johnny growled, glaring at the man.

Vince tried to shake his head.

“Why?” Johnny growled again.

“She was never supposed to get hurt,” Vince said.

“She was fucking attacked in her own home! She said your hit man Randall Diggins was the one to attack her,” Johnny explained.

“I never sent Diggins after my daughter! I didn’t have to—she’d already broken up with you three and walked away. She did what I told her, like she always does.” Vince sneered. “I have total control over my daughter. I don’t need to pay someone to beat the shit out of her.”

Johnny growled and Laraway gasped in pain. “I paid Diggins. I wanted her dead,” Laraway admitted.

“You bastard,” Vince spat out.

“What else did you do, Kenny boy?” Devil crooned and dragged the knife down the other side of his chest.

“Told Las Serpientes they could do whatever they wanted with her.” Laraway panted through the pain.

“Where is she?” Derrick asked.

“The warehouse. They have an elaborate warehouse there, high security. She’ll be in the basement,” Laraway said.

“Good boy,” Derrick crooned before he sank the blade into Laraway’s belly.

While Derrick went to work on Laraway, Johnny turned to Carmichael. “Now, Vincey boy, you’re gonna listen while my brother disembowels your buddy here.”

Vince squeezed his eyes shut. For an ex-military man, he’d sure gotten soft over the years.

Johnny laughed and pulled out his own blade. “What do you say, Vincey boy? Should we start in on you, or should we make a deal?”

“What do you want?” Vince breathed heavily.

Laraway screamed louder as Derrick really got to work on him. Blood splattered everywhere as Derrick stabbed Laraway in the thigh.

Johnny chuckled deeply. “I want to kill you,” he admitted to Vince. “But your daughter asked me not to.”

Vince heaved a heavy breath as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Johnny smirked. “I honestly don’t know why she’d care. It’s not like you ever gave a shit about her.”

“That’s not true,” Vince snapped.

“Fine, you cared that she bent to your will and did whatever you told her,” Johnny conceded. “Became your little puppet, someone you could flaunt to your friends. A perfect daughter that followed in your footsteps.”

Vince shuddered as a sob overcame him. He looked utterly pathetic.

Johnny tsked ever so softly. “Kara might have asked me not to kill you, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Johnny taunted.

“No!” Vince cried. “Please. Please, don’t kill me,” he begged.

“And what are you going to do for me?” Johnny crooned.

“What do you want?” Vince asked immediately.

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