Page 94 of The Betrayal You Serve
"Yeah, you are, aren't you?"
"You're lying," he growls, earning him a scowl from Victor.
"Am I?" I shake my head. "I think you might be missing some information when it comes to your pretty littlewife."
"Oh yeah?"
"Victor, why don't you tell him?"
Maverick's eyes leave mine in favor of the boss.
"He's talking shit to get out of this."
"If you want to see her again, I highly suggest you ignore him, Mav."
Maverick parts his lips to respond but no words come out.
"You're fucking delusional if you think I'm going to let you go because of that whore."
Maverick's fists curl at his sides at Victor's barked words, making me wonder what the whole story is there. They're married, as far as I know. He seems to care about her, yet he won't sleep with her. The easiest assumption is that he's gay, but something tells me that's not it at all.
"Did you know that she's a whore, Mav? That Victor pimps her out to make men do as he so desires?"
His lips twitch as I'm sure his teeth grind hard enough to chip one.
"Oh, you didn't? So you didn't know that he's had me fucking her for over a year in the hope I'd fall in love with her?"
"You fucking asshole." Maverick flies at me, his fist connecting with my cheekbone making my head ricochet off the wall behind me.
"I'll take that as a no," I mutter, rubbing my face with my palm as Razor pulls his son back.
Silence ripples around the room as Maverick stares at me like he wants to kill me while Victor stands there with a smug as fuck smirk on his face.
"I don't give a shit about that slut, so threaten her all you like. It's not going to help your cause."
Maverick growls once more.
"You might not care, but he does," I say, tipping my chin in Mav's direction. "And I know that you have very, very limited alliances in this world, but Razor and Maverick are two of them."
His eyes flash with contempt and he knows I’m right.
"There's one other though, isn't there, Victor? The outside world might think that all your sons are equally as important as each other to you, but they're not, are they?"
He takes a warning step forward but I don't so much as flinch.
"I guess people might assume that Reid is your favorite. He is your underboss. The one who will continue this legacy because it's his birthright. But he's not the one you've been grooming to be your little bitch, is he? He's not the one who's been going around doing your dirtiest, most corrupt tasks, is he?"
Victor pales confirming what I already suspected. His nonchalance over his youngest son's disappearance is an act.
"You put so much effort into looking like you don't care, but we know the truth, don't we, Victor?"
"You don't know fuck-all about it."
"Don’t I?"
He stares at me, the muscle in his temple pulsating.
"So I wouldn't know that you've sent men to infiltrate the Cirillo family because you think they have your youngest son?" I raise a brow as Victor's face begins to turn beet red.
