Inevitable (A Kingpin Love Affair 2)

I was going to regret this more than anything in my life. I was certain it would hurt me more than her, but I needed leverage. Turning around fast, I reached out, gripping her by the arm. She tripped coming out of her trance as I pulled her body in front of mine. I placed the barrel of the gun at her temple and waited for him to say something.

I could practically hear Bree’s heart beating out of her chest. Was she afraid? Did she think I would actually be able to do this? Did I?

Looking past her shoulder, I caught site of John with a huge smile on his face.

“You actually expect me to think you would kill her? I know how you treated her while she was staying with you. You barely laid a hand on her. Now you’re threatening me with this?”

Fuck. Sweat formed on my brow. I was about to be fucking out of something to use if I didn’t do something fast.

“I do,” I said as an idea hit me. Pulling the gun away from Bree’s head, I slipped it into the back of my pants, and I swear I could hear her sigh with relief. Little did she know things were about to get ten times crazier. I just hoped she would be able to hang on a little longer.

“Zerro, we don’t have to,” she whimpered. She was scared and she had reason to be. If her father didn’t cooperate with me, I would have to hurt her.

Getting a good grip on the knife, I watched John’s eyes grow bigger than ever as I turned Bree around in my hold, gripped her by the throat, and slammed her back into the wall. My knife at the side of her neck meant business.

“Now tell me what it is I want to hear,” I growled, ignoring the terror in Bree’s eyes. I had to do this. I had to.

“You won’t…” John joked with a laugh stuck in his throat.

“I will,” I retorted as I gripped the knife and pushed it softly into Bree’s crème white skin. I could feel her pulse jumping underneath my fingers. I could smell her fear, and I had no way of telling her it would be okay.

“Kill her then.”

“Okay,” I responded, shrugging my shoulders. Gazing up into her terror-filled eyes, I pushed the knife into her skin harder—praying to fucking God he was goading me. Her small hand reached up to push my hand away, but instead of stopping, I pressed the knife further into her skin. A small trickle of blood escaped and slid down her neck. I sent her a warning glare, reminding her of all I was capable of doing.

“Stop!” she cried out. I was waiting for the tears I saw in her eyes to fall, but they never did. Her breaths were now pants, and I watched as she tried to swallow past the fear lodged in her throat. Everything was in slow motion, and for one fucking second in my life, I didn’t want to kill someone. I didn’t want to shut out the light in someone else’s life.

“Okay… Okay…” I heard John’s pleas, and immediately, pulled the blade away, my eyes skimming over the cut before turning back to John.

“Are we on the same page now, or do I need to do something else? When I said I took her as a form of payment, I meant I was taking her pussy to fuck it until it was useless. I didn’t say I was going to grow attached to it. I definitely didn’t say I would keep her the fuck alive.” The words coming from my mouth made me cringe so I couldn’t imagine what was going through Bree’s mind.

“Killing her won’t get you the answers you want.” I had underestimated John. I had figured he didn’t care about Bree, and I was wrong. Whatever he was doing with her was out of protection.

“Killing her will make you see what it’s like to lose your last living relative. It will make you relate.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice, and I felt the person I had newly become slipping away. I couldn’t bear to look Bree in the eyes… not yet. Releasing my hold on her throat, I watched as she sank to the floor with exhaustion and shock evident in her features. Come the fuck on. Stay with me, Bree…

“What do you want to know?” John asked, going from standing to sitting as if he couldn’t handle what was taking place right before his eyes. The blade in my hand was heavy as guilt pressed hard down on my chest. How could I have been so conflicted in that very moment? This was the moment I had waited for my entire life.

“I think we both know the answer to that question. I want answers, I want to know who killed my mother, and I don’t want to go in a fucking circle trying to get them.” My voice was animalistic as my eyes bled into John’s eyes. I could practically see the beads of sweat forming on his face.

That’s right, fucker. I have your one and only weakness in my grasp.

“Dad, just tell him you didn’t do it.” Bree’s voice croaked as she spoke. John’s gaze slid from mine to hers, and then back to mine again. I didn’t have time for this, nor did I have the patience.

Bending down, I gripped her by the arm pulling her up to her feet. She was weak and didn’t even resist my touch. Had she lost hope?

“Things are about to get really fucking bloody if you don’t tell me what I want to fucking hear.”

His meaty hand rubbed over his bald head and then down his face as worry formed in his eyes.

“I killed her. I killed your mom. My partner and I were working for the FBI at the time, and I killed her. It’s not like we fucking wanted to kill her.” I heard his words, but at the same time, I didn’t. My body felt as if it were floating as if it was far, far away. Something in my mind clicked and I released my hold on Bree.