“I’m not worried about infections,” Noah says. “All I care about is prolonging the pain. Unless, you happen to tell me where Sofia is. Then, it can be over quickly.”
“Just promise me one thing,” I say as he slides brass knuckles over his fingers.
“What?” he growls.
“That you’ll make it hurt real good.” I wink at him.
“With pleasure.” That’s the last thing I hear before my ears ring from the impact of his fist to my temple.
Carina said she was done playing games, yet this is all it is. A game of chance. They are betting that I’ll talk before I die.
Things is, I excel at games, the more twisted, the better.
I took Luca’s sister as a pawn that could be used against the Sinacore alliance. She was the final piece in their dissolution.
But I’m keeping her for an entirely different reason.
Because she’s mine.