Page 128 of The Devil's Heir
"Fuck you!" Spittle accompanies his rebuttal.
I tsk and take the brass knuckles Frankie holds out to me. I'm surprised, actually. I figured this one would turn on his buddy, but I guess I was wrong.
"You know, if you thought you could come into my family and take from me, you were sorely mistaken." I swing my arm and hear the crack of his jaw as the brass knuckles make contact with it.
A tooth flies from his mouth, followed by a spray of blood. I swing again; this time, it's his nose that takes the hit.
"Motherfucker!" Lansky roars with anger, but I'm nowhere near finished with him. "Let me loose and fight me like a real man!"
"Oh, did you leave Liliana loose, or did you have her tied up the whole time?" I sneer.
The fucker smirks. "The bitch disappointed me because she didn't fight us. She struggled a little but never—"
I don't let him finish his sentence as I punch him again and again. By the time I stop, his face is a bloody mess, and he has fewer teeth. He's not the one I want to torture; I'm saving that for Richards.
I pull my gun from its holster and cock it as I hold it under his chin. The motherfucker sobers up real fast as he starts spewing out words.
"We didn't know she was with you when we were hired. Heath started fucking with the old bitch, and then he found out that Liliana was with you. She owed him big time…"
"She didn't owe him shit! She was never his; she's always been mine!" I growl. "So, what made you help him?"
"Your aunt. She said that we would each make a cool million if we nab her and turn her over," Lansky sings like a bird now.
"You do realize that she lied to you. She knew I would kill you—she never planned on paying out that money."
"I'm sorry, I really am! Please…let me make it up to you!"
I inch in real close to the fucker. Close enough that I can see the tiny blackheads sprinkled over his nose, and I grin sinisterly as I say, "Too late." I pull the trigger, letting his blood splatter across my face.
"You're sorry, my ass," I mumble as I walk from the cell and go to the next.
Frankie unlocks the cell holding Richards and opens it. I want him to see Lansky's blood all over me. Maybe then he won't try lying to me. Not that it matters because he's a dead man walking.
"Jarek!"
I hear my name, and I freeze.
What the fuck is she doing here, and how in the hell did she get here?
She's going to see me with blood all over me if I step back out of the room, but maybe she should. Perhaps then she will learn her lesson and leave me to tend to my business.
Sighing, I step out and face her. "Liliana. Care to tell me how…" My voice trails off when I notice Jackson behind her. "You better have a damn good reason as to why you allowed my pregnant woman to come down here." I scowl at him.
I hear a gasp just before Lily runs to me. "Are you okay? Where are you bleeding?"
I grab her upper arms firmly and keep her at arm's length. I don't want her getting this filth all over her.
"It isn't my blood—it's Lansky's."
As soon as I say the words, Lily's demeanor changes, and she becomes upset. "Oh, well, don't you dare yell at Jackson. I left him no choice but to bring me."
"Oh really? Did you hold a gun to his head?" I smirk.
"Actually…" Lily trails off as she pulls a pistol from the back of her pants.
"For fuck's sake, Liliana!" I curse and run my hand through my hair as I stare at my own pistol that I keep stashed inside the nightstand.
"Well, what else am I supposed to do when you leave me after informing me of your plans? You never would have brought me with you."
