Page 63 of Relentless Sinner

“Fuck you,” he spits, snarling at me. “You deserve to be blown the fuck up for what you did to my brother. You think you're untouchable? You’ve got no idea what’s coming. You can’t dodge me and mine forever."

I tighten my hand around his throat and stare at him for a long moment, watching his smug expression become braver. "If you value your life, you’ll tell me where the bomb is.”

“Fuck. You!” His face contorts with arrogance and the assurance of a man who thinks he has power over me. “I wish I could see your face when you lose everything. I wonder which death will cut you most. Your father’s? Or…heard you’re getting married. I’m sure your wife’s head would make a great trophy.”

That fucking does it. It’s time for torture. He can threaten me all he wants but he’s not going to threaten Gabriella. I glance at Andrieu. “Pass me the knife and the clamp.”

When Andrieu hands them to me the smugness disappears from Emilio’s face.

“What are you going to do to me?” he shouts.

I ram the knife right into his stomach and when he cries out, I use the clamp and press it down on his lip.

He screams, and all trace of that badass attitude fades.Good.Now we’re getting somewhere.

My hand twitches but I don’t give in to the urge to end him right here.

"Tell me what I want to know or you’re dead. I will rip you up piece by piece and keep you alive long enough to feel every ounce of excruciating pain."

I squeeze the clamp and push the knife deeper into his stomach. Reality seems like it’s sinking into his stupid brain.

“Ready to talk?” I check.

He nods vigorously.

“Where’s the bomb?” I remove the clamp from his mouth so he can speak.

“There are two.”

Motherfucker. “Where are they?”

“One’s at Bortsov Tech in the storage room of the coffeehouse. The other is under your father’s senior guard’s car.”

I glance over my shoulder at Andrieu. “Deal with them both.”

Andrieu rushes off before I can finish giving the order. I look back at Emilio. I have one last question for him. There’s only one way he and his people could have gotten so close to us to plant those bombs.

“Who are you working with?” There’s a fox in our henhouse. A rat who obviously doesn’t care for his life.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Who the fuck are you working with?” I ram the knife deeper into his gut. My hands are covered with blood. Emilio splutters blood and spits. “I can make this so much more painful for you.”

“Your uncle. Damian.”

My heart stutters and every thought in my mind slows as those words sink in.

Damian?

Sure, I get why he’d try to kill me. But my father, too? His own brother.

The moment I think about it the answer to why comes to me instantly.

Of course. It’s so foolish of me to even wonder. Damian wants my father dead because the current Pakhan gets to pick the next one. And my father picked me.

If he kills us both he can put Levka in charge. A knot tightens in my stomach and icy dread creeps up my spine. I thought I had problems before but this is more shit to add to the list.

And I think I can now make an educated guess on who ordered Gabriella’s kidnapping.