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“I want to know if you remember her,” I announce.

Miguel frowns, glancing behind me. I don’t dare look away; I want this asshole to know he fucked with the wrong girl. I might not have known who she was, but she was mine all along.

“I don’t know shit,” he spits.

Letting out a sigh, I step over towards the steel table skimming over my choices. I pick up the sledgehammer. Turning around, Miguel’s eyes widen, his mouth opening before I swing the sledgehammer low, hitting his shin.

Miguel screams, spit flying from his mouth. The sound of his bone crushing is music to my ears.

“Shit, man,” I hear Jace say behind me.

I smile, holding the sledgehammer against my side. I cock my head to the side, watching the piece of shit struggle to get his bearings.

“Quit your bitchin’,” I growl.

Miguel stops screaming, breathing heavy, twisting around on the chains. I already don’t have patience, and after dealing with Miguel, it’s in the negative.

“Enough!” I grab the chains to stop him from swinging. “I’m going to say one name and you tell me if you remember?”

Miguel thinks about it for a minute before nodding.

“Blake Volkov,” I hate muttering her last name. The only reason I haven’t killed Dimitri is because I don’t think Blake would forgive me. She might let me get away with almost anything, but killing her father, that’s one line I won’t cross.

“I told you. I don’t know shit!” Miguel yells.

I nod, knowing he’s lying. With clenched teeth, I tighten my grip on the sledgehammer. Swinging back I smash his other shin. Relishing in the crushing of his bones.

“BLAKE VOLKOV!” I scream.

Miguel throws his head back, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Why would you willingly torture a child?” Jace asks, stepping up beside me.

I smile under my mask. I might be quick with my temper, but for Jace, it takes a lot. The moment he gets mad, it even shakes me to my bones. And Miguel is in for a rough ride.

“I didn’t torture no fucking kid.”

Jace moves in a flash, stabbing what looks like a screwdriver into his side. Miguel cries, spit flying from his mouth as he thrashes around. We both know Miguel’s lying; we had people check his track record. He’s hurt more children than I’d care to admit. Blake wasn’t the only one. And I’m glad we're taking the trash out.

Jace yanks the screwdriver out, blood seeping down his body. Miguel’s head lolls to the side, breathing heavy as he slowly stops his whining.

“You want to know how we know you’re lying?” Jace moves over to the steel table, dropping the bloody screwdriver. Peering over the objects, he picks up thepliers. Twirling it around in his hand, Jace nods, making his way back in front of Miguel.

“I don’t kn—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we heard you. Don’t know shit. Well, I’m going to tell you how we know you’re lying. See, Volkov is not a common name, especially in your world. So, you can’t tell me you don’t know the daughter of the most powerful man in the mafia.” Jace flips the pliers in his hands. I chuckle when Miguel's eyes never leave Jace’s hand.

“So, tell me…” Jace grabs his chin, forcing Miguel to look directly at him. “Miguel, are you going to scream?” Jace doesn’t let Miguel answer his question before he’s bending down to Miguel's foot, placing the pliers against one of his toes.

“NO!” Miguel screams as Jace twists the pliers, cutting off one of his toes. Tossing the piece of flesh off to the side, Jace works his way through one foot to the next until there’s nothing left. Miguel screams, the sound echoing around the warehouse.

Jace stands up, tossing the pliers on the steel table next to the bloody screwdriver. Stepping to stand next to me, he leans against the wall.

“I’ll leave the best part for you,” Jace says quietly.

Smirking, I push off the wall, stepping up to my toys. Picking up my favorite, I whistle as I make my way to him.

Miguel sobs, all the fight he had earlier gone like it was never there.