Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,34
radiates out of me. “Don’t tempt me,” I spit through my teeth, barely holding on.
Preston scoffs as a wicked grin pulls up the corner of his lips, showing off the blood that coats what few teeth he has left. “Do it. What are you waiting for? Kill me. Take Dante’s gun out of the back of his jeans and put a bullet right through my skull. I know you want to.”
I laugh, raising my chin as I feel Carver stepping closer into my back with his fingertip just barely grazing my waist, somehow giving me the strength not to back down. “Tell me who you’re working with and I’ll happily end your pathetic life. Hell, I might even enjoy it.”
A cocky smirk twists across his face, thinking that he has the upper hand in this twisted game, thinking that I won’t kill him without getting what I need. “And if I don’t?”
I stare straight into his eyes, letting the seriousness take over as he sees just how fucking desperate I am. “I’m going to drag your ass back downstairs and you and I are going to make a nice little movie. I’m going to hit record and then with the blunt razor that I’m going to take out of the back of my bathroom drawer, I’m going to hack off every single one of your fingers while listening to the sweet poetic sound of your screams. But beware, I’ve never done it before, and I have a feeling that slicing through bone isn’t going to be easy … it might take a little while.”
Carver’s fingers tighten on my waist and I step out of his hold, wanting to stand on my own two feet, especially now as Preston watches me. Nothing is more important at this very moment than proving that I am the leader of Dynasty. I make the calls. No one else.
“I don’t really know much about human anatomy, but I don’t think that’s going to kill you,” I explain, watching as his face begins to drain of all color. “You might pass out for a while, but I can wait. I have nothing but time, seeing as though I’m going to be living a long life as the leader of Dynasty. Don’t worry though, once you’re gone, I’m going to turn it around and undo everything that you have ever put your filthy paws on.”
“You’re all talk,” Preston scoffs.
I just smile and walk across the kitchen, scooping a spoon out of the sink and studying it closely, spinning it between my fingers. “Maybe I’m a little messed up, but I’ve always wondered what it would be like to gouge out someone’s eyes,” I mutter, turning to Grayson. “Could he survive that?”
Grayson just shrugs his shoulders. “Not sure. I’ve never done it.”
I turn back to Preston and place the spoon down on the counter right before him and watch as his gaze sweeps over the innocent utensil, now seeing it as much more than just a spoon. “You see, here’s the deal, Preston,” I say, leaning onto the counter and meeting him eye to eye. “This whole time, you’ve been here thinking that you had the upper hand, that if you just keep your mouth shut, you might be able to walk away from this, but you’re wrong. Yes, I need to know what you know, but you’re not the only way I can get it.”
Preston’s eyes narrow and true fear begins sweeping through his gaze. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that once I finish gouging your eyes out and brutally ending your life, I’m going to take my special little movie and visit your wife,” I whisper, leaning closer and allowing him to see just how screwed up I really am. “I wonder how quickly she’s going to talk when I tell her that in order to get you back, all she has to do is spill all your dirty little secrets? Little does she know that there would be nothing left to save.” I let out a heavy breath. “Damn. If only there were a way to save her from that agony. The blood, the sounds you make, that's going to haunt her for the rest of her life.”
Preston straightens and nervously flicks his eyes around the room, realizing just how fucked he really is. He takes a step back and then another until his back slams against the opposite counter by the stove, once again leaving a trail of blood behind