“Help you?”
He nods weakly.
I nod right back with as much fake sympathy as I can muster. Then I promptly stomp down on the injured leg. He howls with pain.
“I asked you a fucking question!” I roar. “Where is she?”
“He took her!” Drago screams back, sweating dripping off his brow and onto his eyes. “He fucking took her. Oh, God, it hurts so fucking bad…”
“Took what mattered and left the trash for dead, eh?”
I turn from him, ready to head back to the jet ski, when Drago chokes out my name.
“O’Sullivan…”
It’s the first time he’s actually used my name and not some insult to address me. I glance at him over my shoulder. The fire is slowly edging closer to him. He’s slinking away from it, his face contorted in pain that he’s trying to keep at bay. But he can’t move fast enough or far enough to escape it.
“Please…”
“Are you actually begging for your life?” I ask incredulously. “From me?”
He pulls himself up halfway, which is all he can really manage.
“I can help you,” he chokes out. “I know their plans. Their safehouses. I can be of use.”
I turn around slowly as the fire inches forward. Drago drags himself away from it again. It’s fucking pitiful to watch.
“I sincerely doubt it,” I drawl.
“Please!” Drago screams. I know that only desperation would make him resort to begging. “Renata would want you to save me.”
I freeze at that. I don’t like that he thinks he can use Renata as emotional leverage. Clearly, he’s discerned that my relationship with his sister is more than what meets the eye. Which is going to cause problems for me.
But I can’t deny that he might have information that might be useful in getting Renata back.
And if he doesn’t, I can always kill him back on land.
I take two strides forward and haul him up onto his one intact leg. “I’m not fucking carrying you,” I tell him. “Find a way to walk or get dragged off here.”
Collin’s eyes go wide when he realizes who I’ve got with me, but he pilots the jet ski forward, ready to haul the Italian bastard onto the ski.
I glance at Drago. “You better have good intel for me,” I threaten. “Or else, it’s death by fire.”
Then I toss him overboard.