Page 88 of Cyber Revenge

I’m on him before he even registers the shift in the air. My arm wraps around his throat, dragging him back against me as I drive my blade into his side.

Not deep.

Not enough to kill.

Not yet.

“Miss me, motherfucker?”

Patrick’s body jerks, a strangled sound escaping his throat as I slam him to the ground.

“You should have paid the team to help you… Because being alone here is fucking stupid.”

The air rushes from his lungs, but I don’t give him time to recover. I straddle him, pressing the blade against his throat just enough to feel his pulse jump.

“Trip, I–” He pauses, looking around for anything. I jerk his head back to the front. “I tried to hire them… They wouldn’t fucking do it when I told them you were the target, you fuckhead.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

I grab his wrist, twisting it until he cries out.

“You hurt her,” I growl, my voice a deadly calm that echoes off the concrete walls. “And now…” I lean closer, my mask brushing against his ear. “I’m gonna hurt you.”

I don’t kill him fast.

I take my time.

His fingers are first.

Each one snapped like a twig. One by one.

His screams echo through the warehouse, but I don’t stop. I’m not even close to being done.

His ribs come next. My boot connects with his side again and again until I feel the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my foot.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I murmur, wiping the blood off my gloves. “You didn’t care when she was bleeding out on the fucking ground.”

Patrick coughs, blood dribbling down his chin as he glares up at me through swollen eyes.

“F-fuck… you…”

A slow smile stretches across my face.

“Oh no, Patrick.”

“Not yet.”

The knife is back in my hand. Sharp. Hungry. I drag the tip down his chest, over the jagged scar where I marked him before.

“Remember this?” I murmur, tracing the word I’d tattooed into his flesh.

LIAR

Patrick’s eyes widen, panic bleeding into his features.

“You told her about the others,” I growl, the blade pressing harder against his skin.

“Made her think it was me.”