Page 68 of No Longer Mine (Rags & Riches #2)

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Dimitri

Fuck everything. Fuck my career. Fuck the next campaign. Fuck every single person in the godsdamned world.

My grin stretched wide—feral—as I stalked across the cold concrete floor of the warehouse.

All that mattered was Scarlett. I would lose it all if it meant she was safe.

I doubted after all of this that she would ever be mine again, but at least I knew that I did something worth a damn in my life.

My knife clicked out as the man across from me thrashed in his bindings.

“What’s wrong?” I crouched in front of him, dragging the tip of my knife up his pant leg, slow and purposeful. “You thought I went soft, didn’t you? Thought daddy’s little councilman wouldn’t get his hands dirty?”

His eyes widened a split second before I drove the blade into his thigh.

He screamed through the duct tape stretched across his mouth, body convulsing against the restraints. I left the knife buried in muscle and stood to my full height, watching him struggle.

I turned toward the table behind me, lined with tools. I let my fingers drift over them until they wrapped around the handle of a rusted meat tenderizer.

“Tell me,” I said, “do you need all your fingers?”

He sobbed behind the tape, shaking his head violently.

“I guess not.”

Tears streamed down the man’s face in a thick current as he watched me get closer. I would break every bone in his body before I let him die. He would know unmeasurable pain.

Rapidly, he shook his head and then nodded.

“Are you ready to talk?”

I ripped the duct tape from his mouth, and his head fell forward as he groaned. “Cristof. Sinclair. He is my boss. He’s holding Scarlett in his apartment in the city.”

“If you talk, I’ll do worse than kill you. I know my name precedes itself.”

That bastard.

The meat tenderizer hit the ground with a loud clank, and I turned on my heel.

Don was waiting outside of the warehouse, my car was warmed up and ready.

The man screamed as I left, but I didn’t care.

Don opened my door for me, ignoring the pleas from inside the building.

The man would be lucky if anyone found him before he bled out.

I didn’t care. I got what I wanted. I always did.

“Don, we will be paying my parents a visit.”