“Go fuck yourself,?
? he says.
I click my tongue, tskings him. “Wrong answer.” I take another shot, this time it’s his knee.
The noise he makes doesn’t sound human. It’s a painful shot, but it’s not deadly and he knows it. He knows this is a long way from over and the suffering he is going to endure is going to be agony.
“Let’s try again,” I say, pressing down on his chest harder as I look down at him. “Why the fuck does Kingsley think we stole his drugs?”
“He’s a smart man,” he replies this time.
“A smart man would know the truth,” Enzo yells. “We don’t deal with drugs, don’t tolerate them. If you were missing drugs, you should’ve looked a little harder at who was to blame. Shattered Souls had nothing to do with that.”
He looks truly confused and I’m not sure if it’s the pain he’s in or if he is questioning it. He takes a deep breath, well as deep as he can with my foot pressing on him, and says, “Kingsley has someone who knows the truth. It was a confidential informant. If the information was wrong, it’s not on us.”
I laugh as I shoot him in the other foot. “Who’s the informant?”
“Fuck,” he screams. “I don’t know.”
“Give him a second,” Brooks says, clasping my shoulder.
I turn my head to look at him and narrow my eyes. He better not fucking kill him, yet. He hasn’t given us shit. The confidential informant is a bullshit lie.
“Brooks,” Enzo warns.
He squats down and blows his smoke in Dom’s face. “My nephew here is going to kill you. You fucked up, Dom. You should’ve protected Harper, kept her safe from her father, but you didn’t. You took advantage of her. You did unimaginable things to her, all because Kingsley said you could. Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re a decent man, because you’re not. You took advantage of a young girl and failed her when she needed someone most. That includes the night her own father shot her. Keeping your mouth shut now to protect the Vegas Kings, to protect Kingsley, just proves what a fucking coward you are.” He stands up and claps my shoulder again. “My nephew here needs to seek revenge for the woman he loves. It’s your life or Kingsley. Do the right thing for the first time in your life.”
I’m stunned listening to him. This isn’t the same man that has been making my life hell. It’s almost as if he cares. I have no idea if it’s a cover or what, but I appreciate the words, nonetheless.
“How is Harper?” Dom asks.
I kick him in the ribs as hard as I can, over and over. “Don’t ever ask about her again. You have no right to know shit,” I yell.
Kace at some point came back into the room and pulls me back. “Hey, get that shit under control. This is what Brooks wants,” he whispers.
Fuck. He’s right. That asshole didn’t mean anything he said. He’s trying to play on the only thing that gets me to lose my shit...Harper. He thinks I’ll kill Dom, so he won’t have to answer to us this time. Well fuck him. Fuck them both.
I push Kace away and kick Dom one more time. I’m breathing heavily as I point my gun at his head. “You’ve been to Kingsley’s lake house; you know where it is. I want the location. I want you to tell us who the informant is, and who the fuck is sending Harper the threaten notes. Tell me and I’ll walk out of this room. Don’t tell me and I will give you a gunshot wound that will slowly and painfully kill you. You decide Dom. Are you a fucking man or a fucking coward?”
“I don’t know about a fucking lake house or an informant. Kingsley does shit without my knowledge. Any notes to Harper had nothing to do with us, I swear it,” he shouts.
“I told you he wouldn’t give us shit,” Porter says.
I want to end him, put a bullet between his eyes, but I don’t. Not yet. I won’t give Brooks the satisfaction. Instead I turn to face them all. “Now what?”
“Let’s give him some time to think,” Enzo says.
I leave him on his back and walk out of the room. Everyone follows as Enzo locks the door with a key. As I pass the room Harper is in, my pulse picks up. We need to figure this out quickly because I don’t want him this close to her. Even if he can’t get to her, he’s still too close. She doesn’t need her shitty past staring her in the face.
When we get around the table, I greedily take the joint Riley offers. I’m so pissed, but it’s not because I expected to get anything out of Dom. It’s because I can’t stop thinking of all the shit that was done to my girl because of him and her father. I hope he’s suffering in there.
“He’s not going to tell us anything,” I say, hitting the joint.
“No, he’s not, but I’m sure Kingsley is well aware we have him. We’ll wait and see,” Brooks says.
I take another hit of the joint and pass it back to Riley. As I exhale, I say, “No, fuck that. We aren’t sitting around and waiting. We need to find that lake house.”
“I agree with Z. Waiting around gives Kingsley the upper hand,” Porter says.