Page 166 of Darling Psycho

It was then he strayed his gaze and saw Mrs. Ruiz with her head close to Jay Benz.

THIRTY-SEVEN

“Bullet to the heart.” – Jay Benz

Swear to fuck, that man turned up like an unwanted poltergeist.

But now wasn’t time for irritation as Lawless strode over, making his presence known.

Ruiz smirked all too knowingly.

“My friend, you are a fan of boxing too?”

“Where is she?”

He watched Jay’s head spring up, surprised.

Did that mean he wasn’t in on this little caper?

Every collective decision they’d ever made accumulated until it brought them to this point, he realized. If Jay was involved, he died, simple as that. So it was up to him now if the man continued breathing. Lawless cared little for anything else at that moment.

“What’s going on?” Jay was the one to speak while Ruiz sneered and turned his bored gaze back to the fight, seemingly ignoring Lawless.

His bodyguards moved in, identifying themselves by the slight movement, and Lawless switched his stare to Snake, Reaper, and Preacher, who nodded and moved in.

Oh, and his boys also flaunted guns.

As he said, Lawless didn’t give a fuck for doing shit under the radar.

“He’s taken Angela,” he squeezed out between his teeth.

Jay’s astonishment was genuine. He wasn’t that good of an actor. “The fuck? Are you kidding?”

“Do I look like I’m laughing, Jay? While you’re here making pals with this piece of shit, he had Angela snatched.”

The Mexican didn’t have the brass balls to deny it; he sat smirking, smoking a thing cigar.

Lawless was going to make him eat his own dick.

Jay’s eyes snapped to Ruiz. “To be fair, I’m only here to talk business with Verónica, not this idiot. Had I known he’d done something to Angela, I would have put a bullet in his throat.” Jay climbed to his feet, came toward him.

That got Ruiz’s attention. The man glared contempt at his wife, fired a slew of Spanish in her face. None of it was good. She spat a load back at him. And then he backhanded her across the cheek.

“Take this bitch home,” he hissed at the bodyguards.

The well-dressed woman looked angry, like she wanted to stab her husband right there.

Lawless drew his gun, pointed it at her forehead, “how about I put her to sleep if you don’t tell me where my woman is.”

Now, any decent man would have felt bad for scaring her.

He was too dead inside to care.

But turned out, neither did Ruiz when he shrugged, “do as you must,amigo. So now you understand why lessons are given,sí?”

His wife spat on the floor in front of her husband, and not caring about the gun, she strode off, informing Jay she’d be in touch.

“Ruiz, what the fuck did you do to Angela?” Jay grated through his teeth.