Page 55 of Point Proven
My chest hitched, my breath wavering as a cry filled with desperation tumbled from me. “What do… What do you want from me?!”
“I’m finding delight in breaking you, like you did me. But sure?—”
Before I could stop my utterance, the words came as a near-whisper. “They’re coming for me… They’re coming for me, and they will fuckingkill you!”
His hand met my collared throat faster than I could react as he shoved me back against the wall, raising me enough that my feet slid against the ground.
“Say. That.Again.”
Gritting my teeth, I snarled, “They will fucking killyou and destroy your patheticfucking empire. They are coming, withThorne fucking Graves.You’refucked,Stefan.”
Squeezing my neck, he narrowed his eyes. “And how the fuck would they find you?”
“One fucking phone call…” I wheezed, smirking. “Simon… tracked me, and not only is Thorne coming to bury you… But he partnered with a M-Mafia organization to eradicate every branch of corruption you’ve created.”
Dropping me, he shoved me aside before standing and brushing a hand through his hair, a slew of curses billowed under his breath. “You’re dead, little lamb. And so is fucking Simon.”
“Then kill me, you fuckingpussy!” I yelled, spitting at him.
A manic grin slid across his face. “No, not yet?—”
“Because you’re a goddamn coward. You won’t get another chance,Stefan.Men like you fear Thorne fuckingGraves because you know the minuteyou look him in the eyes, you’ll meet fucking death.” Cocking my head to the side, I smiled. “That's why he’s so well-known in your rings, right? Because you all piss your pants at the thought of him finding you.”
“Shut up!” he spat. “I am not fucking terrified ofThorne Graves. And no, I won’t kill you yet. Not until I bring you Simon’s head, and I will relishin your fucking tears!”
“No, you won’t,” I breathed, my body trembling from the consistent pulse of pain stemming from my lower half. “Because Thorne won’t fucking allow you to lay a hand on his men, and that terrifies you. His influence on your sanity is far too easy to sniff out.”
“See how that fucking goes when I deliver him to you, cut into tiny pieces. You’ve solidified his death, Liam.”
Lifting my chin, I glared at him from beneath my hooded brows. “Good fucking luck, Stefan. You’ll need it.”
“I won’t need anything. You sit here tamewhile I handle it.”
“And I’ll enjoy seeing your head in Thorne’s hand when he shows up.”
He laughed, but there was an edge to it that suggested his uncertainty. “I’ll be the one to take him down, Liam, and you’ll regret ever saying that.”
“That slight tremor in your fucking bottom lip?” I crooned, clenching my jaw to keep myself from whimpering in agony. “It tells me all I need to know.”
Picking up a syringe from his desk, he walked back over to me, resting on his haunches. “I preferred when you were begging.”
My mouth curled into a sneer, and I reached forward, swatting it from his hand. It bounced across the tile before shattering, liquid spilling from the glass casing. “And I preferred it when you were screaming in pain like a weak bitch.”
Glancing from the broken needle to me, nothing but utter wrath stared at me as his heel slammed into my broken knee.
“Shut up!”Kick.“Shut up!”Kick.“Shut.Up!”
An uncontrolled sob left me, darkness swathing my vision as the pain exemplified tenfold. Stars danced through my vision, my cries sounding farther away than I knew they were. Ears ringing, I struggled to focus on my breathing, every other sense minimizing as pure and utter affliction took over.
“And I preferred when you were a fucking kid! You did everythingI told you, but this… freedom you had ruined you!”
Anguish shifted into nausea, and I heaved, emptying my stomach of its minimal contents. Trembling, I slumped back against the wall, sweat beading on my forehead. Palms clammy, my chest hitched with a shallow breath.
Shock. I was going into shock.
“Damn. That vial would’ve helped with your fucking pain.”
Allowing my lids to flutter, I sank further, my arms falling to hang heavily at my sides. “They’ll… kill you…”
