Martin knew fully that when push came to shove, I had a hell of a lot more power than he did.
“Your son is a motherfucker. He needed to be taught some manners. And so I did that.” I pointed my finger at the bastard, unable to hold back my anger. “He put his hands on Persephone. I won’t fucking stand for that. I don’t give a shit who you are, who he’s connected to. You touch what’s mine and I will break you.”
He took a step forward, the ballsy asshole. I lifted an eyebrow, impressed that he was letting his anger control common sense and his survival instincts. I had a gun in a holster strapped to my side. I didn’t need it.
No, I much preferred to do the damage with my bare hands. Maybe a knife if I was feeling creative.
I slowly stood, bracing my hands on the table and leaning forward.
“You have something else to say?” I crooked my finger, urging him forward. “Come closer, Martin. Tell me so I can hear you better.” I had too much against him, so much incriminating evidence to put him away for life.
But he wouldn’t last in prison. He put too many of those men in there. They’d be salivating to settle the score.
“Let’s make one thing clear. You need me more than I need you. You’re expendable.” I walked around the desk and saw him swallow.
I slipped my hands into the pockets of my slacks and watched him. I liked seeing Martin become uneasy, not expecting what my next move would be.
“If Trevor puts his hands on Persephone again, if he even looks at her...Hell, Martin, if I find out hethoughtabout her, I don’t care who he is, or where he’s at. I will hunt him down and I will destroy him.”
I leaned in close and saw his fear and anger mix.
“Think you forgot who you’re talking to—”
“I know who exactly I’m talking to. A corrupt asshole and a sexual offender. I’m talking to the man who will go away for hard time with the evidence I have on him. Just think, if all that got out in the public, Martin? You rubbing elbows with the city’s underworld. You buying votes, blackmailing, and taking bribes?”
He breathed harshly through his nose, like a pissed-off bull wanting to charge.
“But that won’t be all I’ll do to your sweet son. I’ll crack his kneecaps, make sure he has to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. When I get done with him, the piece of shit won’t be able to walk and will have to eat out of a straw.”
I took a step back and smiled slowly.
“You’ll regret this.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Get the fuck out of my office.”
He stared at me, and I knew he had a lot more to say. But he kept his fucking mouth shut.
After a second, he smoothed his hands down his suit jacket, exhaled slowly, and turned around to leave. Martin was too much of a pussy. He was all talk, no game.
But if he tried something against me…
I rolled my head around my neck, cracking it, and felt that dark tendril of rage fill me.
I looked forward to showing him exactly the monster I really was.
Chapter22
Persephone
As soon as I stepped out of the car, I knew something was different about today. Bruno had taken me to school because Hades had to be in the office early.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and glared at me. I could hear Hades’ car idling at the curb, and I wanted to shoo Bruno away because it made me feel even more noticed, like I needed a bodyguard.
But then another part of me wanted to jump in the car for the protection it wielded, a shield against prying eyes and inaudible whispers.
Because I knew what all this had to do with.
Trevor getting his sexual-assaulting ass handed to him by Hades.