Carlos glared at him, “Tie him up Lenora. We have to show this little fuck what happens when someone comes poking around.”
Kian held his hands tight, pulling at his wounds, but not caring. This needed to be done for his girl. “Go ahead. I have some questions of my own.”
Carlos laughed in his face, “Like I would ever answer anything you ask.”
Lenora tied him up and then she did a double take, “This is the boy that was always hanging around Karalee. Has the hots for my girl.”
Carlos’ jaw clenched, “You think you have some sort of claim to Karalee? Huh? Think again boy. She is bought and paid for. Gonna spend the rest of her life paying her debts on her back. Don’t you worry, before she is fed to the wolves of men out in the world, I will make sure to break her in nice and good.”
Kian growled at him, “You willnevertouch my girl. Ever.”
Carlos punched him in the face and Kian didn’t even flinch.
Carlos leaned down and got in his face, his sour breath washing over Kian’s face. “Oh, I am going to touch her. You can bet on that. She is on her way here right now and I have my men watching for her. She will be mine before the end of the night. Isn’t that right Lenora?”
The woman nodded, and Kian growled again, “I wouldn’t let her come. She is safe, and you won’t ever get her. That I can guarantee.”
Carlos walked over to Lenora, “You stupid bitch! You said she was coming.”
Lenora flinched, “She said she was. You were the one who sent the texts Carlos.”
Kian was working on the ties that Lenora had done up and had kept his wrists clenched so that the ties were loose when he unclenched them.
It wouldn’t take long to get out of the flimsy bindings, especially with the blood soaking them, making them slippery.
Carlos walked over to him again, “You think you can stop her from coming here? Think again. I have you as leverage. What do you think she will do knowing I am going to beat you to death as she watches? You think she won’t hurry to your side?”
Kian shook his head, “She hasn’t talked to me like that in years. I just didn’t want her to come claim her worthless mom’s body. She wanted to, to give her mom a funeral and cremate her, and spread her ashes somewhere nice, to have closure for that part of her life. But I told her to stay home. So, she stayed behind, and she won’t care if you do something to me. That girl hates me. I just had to see what was going on for myself. It smelled fishy to me.”
Kian glared up at Carlos, “And I was right. When I got to the hospital, they said they didn’t have a woman that fit the description of Karalee’s mom. So, I hurried over here and lo and behold, she is still alive.”
He sneered at Carlos, “You can try to have her come, but she won’t.”
Carlos punched him again, and Kian glared at him, feeling the blood spill from his nose.
Carlos got on the phone and put it on speaker.
It rang a few times and when Karalee answered it, Kian could only pray that she would go along with his ruse.
“Carlos, why are you calling me? I told you before I won’t be one of your whores. My mom’s debt is hers to pay, not mine. It’s all her responsibility, and I won’t take it from her now. You have no hold over me.”
Carlos laughed maliciously, “Oh, that is where you are wrong sweet little thing. I have some good leverage.”
Karalee went silent, “What? My mom is dead and there is no reason for me to come back there ever again.”
Carlos let out another laugh, “I found a man creeping around my house today. Shot him too. He claims that he only came here for you, but that you don’t want anything to do with him. So if that’s true, then you won’t mind if I kill him?”
Kian heard Karalee suck in a breath, “You have Kian?”
“I see it’s getting through to you. Yes, Kian. He claims that you won’t care what will happen to him. So, if that is the truth, you won’t care if I beat him and then kill him, now will you?”
“You are a monster! Don’t touch him. He doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
Carlos’ eyes turned triumphant, “Ah, I heard that. So, if you really don’t care about him, like you said, you won’t mind this?”
He punched Kian in the stomach, making a groan fall from his lips.
Then punched him right on his gunshot wound, making it throb with pain and making Kian bite his lip to keep from groaning too much.