Page 106 of Say I Do

“Please.”

I shook my head. “You knew what you were getting into. Don’t try and act like you didn’t know you were risking your life when you started this.”

I helped Darla up. She cried out as she limped back to the bed. The moment she fell onto the mattress, she reached for her leg.

“I wouldn’t do that. You’re going to bleed out like your boyfriend. Besides, if you touch it, I’d have to get real creative with torture. I don’t think you want that.” I moved in closer to Darla, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “You don’t want me to get creative, right?”

More tears streamed down her face. “No.”

“Good, we are all on the same page.”

“You’re making a mistake,” Lee said. He licked his lips, his eyelashes fluttering as he attempted to look at me. “Get out before you make this worse.”

“Like you did targeting my husband?” I’d shoot him right now if I didn’t need him alive for a bit longer.

“Who else are you working with, Lee?” Tony asked.

Lee laughed, but it quickly dissolved into groans. “No one. My brother doesn’t even know.”

“You’re lying.”

Lee spat on the floor near Tony’s feet. “Go to hell.”

Tony looked my way, his gun still aimed at Lee’s head. “We can’t kill him.”

Way to be a Debbie downer.

Lee smiled at me. “Dumb fuck. It’s just like Benito to be with someone like you.”

“I’m tired of your mouth.” I rammed the butt of my gun against his temple.

He slumped over. I grabbed the boxers off the floor and stuffed them into his mouth. A trickle of blood ran down the side of his face. Lee’s eyes fluttered as if he was fighting against fully passing out.

“Now, what the hell do you mean by we?” I asked Tony.

“This will blow back on Benito. There’s a way of doing these things. Lee isn’t just some random man on the street. He is second to the head of the Aceto family, a made man.”

“In other words, you and Benito can’t touch him.”

“Yes.”

“But that doesn’t include me. I’m not a made man.”

“Well, no.” Tony’s brows dipped. “But—”

I waved off the semantics. I was married to Benito, but I’d never really be a part of the Italian mafia. “I’ll take care of it then.”

I had a reporter who would probably spill everything she knew, but she could also pass out the moment I started inflicting more pain. She already looked ashen just from the small knife embedded in her skin. I’d done far worse to Benito as foreplay.

“You sent a photographer after us?” I asked her.

Darla hesitated. “The newspaper will pay good money for a picture.”

I raised my gun and pressed the muzzle against Lee’s forehead. “I don’t think you’ve ever seen brains before, Darla. It is a bitch to clean up, but one of the most satisfying places to shoot.”

She looked visibly ill as she recoiled. “No.”

“No, you didn’t send a photographer after us?”