“Shut the fuck up.” I shoved him to his ass and trained the gun on his temple. My gaze flickered to Jax.

“Where’s Tawny?” Jax placed both hands flat on the desk and glared at his father. He grabbed the pen and notepad sitting to his right and thrust them toward Perrone. “Details, old man. Address, the men who bought her, how much she went for. I want all of it.”

Perrone eased back in his seat, as if the barrel of my gun didn’t bother him, and picked up the pen. He tapped it against the desk in a rhythmic beat that set me on edge.

“She went for a hundred grand. You should be proud of that. The buyer went by the last name of Perez. He took her to Mexico where the whiny bitch died.” Perrone smiled. “I heard she died just like Nikki Malone did. Perez didn’t have the patience to train someone as strong-willed as Tawny.”

Jax stumbled back, his face blanching in denial. “You’re lying.”

“‘Fraid not, boy. Your sister’s dead.”

Tap, tap, tap with that fucking pen.

Perrone leaned forward, unfazed with how his words impacted his own blood.

“I don’t believe you,” Jax said, hands bunched at his sides.

I knocked him in the temple with the gun. Wincing, Perrone dropped the pen, and it slowly rolled toward him. He regarded me from the corner of his eye. “Did Alex tell you how she enjoyed sucking me off? I’ve got a big dick, and I rammed it so far down her throat, she cried.”

The thought of Alex crying for anyone besides me filled my veins with too much energy—the dangerous kind that sparked and singed until I nearly blew.

“Bitch gagged on my cum.”

Images of urine trickling down her legs, her screams as Brock’s whip tore through her flesh, sent me into a tailspin.

I’d failed her.

This scum bucket had worn her down, made her give him something she’d resisted giving me—her fucking tears. He’d taken everything; the island, my family’s vineyard, Alex’s last shred of self-respect. The bastard had ruined his own children’s lives.

As that pen drew closer, as Jax’s shoulders drooped in defeat, I saw Nikki in my mind’s eye. The mischievous spark in her gaze, the way her laughter used to fill me with contentment. She’d been the mother of my child.

And Perrone had taken her from our son in a bloody display of horror. One quick swipe of a knife, and she was gone, her life gurgling from her throat, hands wrapping around her neck as if she could contain her own life-force. Jax’s grief as it slid down his cheeks…the way he’d held her, bawling like a broken man.

Everything hurtled through my head in a turbulent mural of rage.