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I don’t believe that at all, but I can also see that I’m not going to get more out of him right now.
“No one kills him until after Wednesday,” I decide.
“What?” Miguel tries to shake his head. “No. Just do it. I told you what I know.”
“If what you say is true, I’ll put a bullet in your brain myself. If you’ve lied, this is going to feel like Disneyland compared to what I’ll do to you.” I don’t walk away. Instead, I turn back to the workbench and grab the blowtorch, fire it up, and run it all over the back of Miguel’s head, melting the skin and hair from his skull. When I’m done, I set the torch aside as the room smells like singed hair and flesh. “That was for pulling my mama’s hair out, you motherfucker.”
I stalk from the room and feel the others moving behind me.
Diego comes to attention and falls into step beside me as I walk down the hall to the elevator.
“Get that asshole over to my building and keep him alive until I say so.”
“Got it. She’s on the move, boss.”
“Where?”
“Looks like she’s headed this way.”
I nod and wonder if I made a bad decision by luring her here tonight, after what just happened and the fucked-up shit running through my head.
“I’ll go home and shower and then be back.”
I don’t want her to see me like this.
“Yes, boss.”
Eight
VIOLET
I’m fucking tired, and I’ve decided that I won’t go to the fight tonight. I need a night off, even though it makes me feel so damn guilty. I shouldn’t take even one waking moment away from finding Rosie.
She might not even still be in this city.
Shaking my head, I flick that thought away because I have to believe that she’s here and I’ll find her.
If I’m not looking for my sister, I should go to bed and catch up on precious sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I think of Mateo. Of his ridiculously hot body. He’s so damnbig, everywhere, and he smiles at me like he thinks I hung the moon, which is so weird because I drugged him and he knows it.
It’s like he doesn’t even care.
And I’m over here feeling guilty for doing it, even though I don’t regret it because I’ll do whatever I have to do to find Rosie.
He’s been nothing but good to me.
And because of that, I don’t want to think that he could be horrible enough to traffic women. I don’t feel threatened when I’m with him, and he pretty much worshipped every inch of my body that night.
Man, those were good times.
With a sigh, I pick up my phone and search his name again. The same things that I found before are there, but when I page down a bit, I see that he’s the owner of a place called Rapture.
Scowling, I open a new window and search for that business, and I feel my eyebrows climb in surprise when it says that Rapture is a high-end adult club.
There’s not much information on the website. It’s a black page with gold writing, and lists a phone number for inquiries along with the physical address.
Mateo owns a sex club.
No wonder he’s so damn good in bed. Should I feel intimidated?
