Page 116 of Scarred Angel

I crouch, grip Callum’s chin, and tilt his head before he drowns in his own blood.

“What do you have for me now? Balterra had ties to Ares. Point me in the right direction, and maybe I’ll let you die fast.”

Dominic Balterra was an only child. His parents are dead, and he has no known family as far as we were able to research. Someone close to him, and close enough to Valentina, ordered the hit.

“They never told me who sent them,” he wheezes, every word scraping his throat raw.

I pick up on what he’s not addressing. Never once asking who or what Ares is. Maybe it’s the blood loss. Maybe he’s just out of fight. Either way, he dies.

I rip the knife from his hand and toss it aside. He yelps once before I grab the cuffs binding what’s left of his wrists and drag him across the floor.

“I think you need a little more persuasion.”

Derek’s already thumbing his phone, no doubt summoning the cleanup crew. I don’t look back. I have one goal left before I can finally get the fuck out of here and be with my girl.

His body thuds against each step as I drag him up the stairs. Two flights of heavy impacts and streaks of blood later, we reach the roof. I kick the door open and haul him across the rough concrete until we hit the ledge.

“Last chance.”

His breath rasps, wet and broken, grating on what’s left of my patience. I fist his hair and force his head over the edge, make sure he sees what’s waiting for him, even through that half-shut eye.

“Tell me what you know.”

He shakes his head weakly. “I-I…can’t.”

There it is.

“Name.”

“I don’t know…no one does.”

The bottom of my boot crushes his mangled hands. His scream ricochets off the walls of the high-rises around us.

“Talk.”

Death is calling. His breaths are shallow now, desperate.

“All I know is his alias,” he gasps. “Nothing more.”

“Tell me.”

“The…Architect.”

“What fucking architect?”

He spits blood, the words catching in his throat. “Bigger—looking for the Ledger.”

His eyes roll back before I can press for more. I shake him, slap him, but the motherfucker is gone.

“I knew I should have caved your face in that first night.”

I spit on his corpse, grab a fistful of his shirt and waistband, and heave him over the edge, watching his body pinwheel twenty stories down.

Derek’s crew has a new stain to clean.

Forty-Six

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