He shook his head. Why did they all want to do it the hard way? Normally, I looked forward to those who could hold out against me. The longer they did, the longer I could enjoy my time holding a knife and watching blood spill. Lately, however, my patience was paper thin.

Any second now, I’d slice his throat. We’d be back at square one, trying to find out who was steadily fucking us out of money and trying to ruin connections.

“Did you think stealing from us would work out for you?”

Chandler shook his head. “No, I would nev—”

I twisted the knife around and brought down the handle on the arch of his nose. The crunch of bone resonated around me like someone chewing on corn nuts. A thick gush of blood followed and splattered on my already blood-soaked hands.

“All lines lead to you,” I said.

Rolling my shoulders back, I stared down at him as he turned his head, spitting the blood that dripped into his mouth. The rap of knuckles on a door gave me pause. I looked up just in time as Benito and Giancarlo walked in.

“Anything?” Benito asked.

I shook my head as we all stared down at the man who’d fucked us over. His eyes widened the moment he realized he didn’t just have one but all three Vitale brothers there.

“You did a number on my business.” Benito pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he brought it to his lips. “I can’t help but feel as if you were unhappy with the amount of money you were getting from me.”

Chandler coughed. “No. I... I didn’t do this. Ramada dragged me in.” His eyes pleaded with us to believe him.

Benito blew a puff of smoke out, filling the air with the smell of tobacco. He looked calm, as if the whole ordeal wasn’t threatening our very foundation. “And you kept it going?”

Chandler flinched and tugged at his restraints, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I was going to tell you about it,” he cried out.

Benito hummed and nodded at me. “You see, I don’t believe that. Why should I trust anything that comes out of your mouth right now?”

I moved toward Chandler and removed the last bit of fabric covering his cock. An undignified squeal came from him as I gripped his cock in one hand and brought my knife to it.

A memory of me doing this very same thing to Tex flashed before my eyes, and heat traveled down my spine, followed quickly by longing. My hold tightened until Chandler screamed out in pain. I loosened my grip slightly and shoved down the memory of Tex. It would only further distract me.

“I’m going to ask some questions, and I want answers, or you can become a dickless man.” Benito shrugged. “Up to you.”

Chandler was trembling from head to toe. His wild gaze bounced from each of us as if trying to find a lifeline in the room full of monsters. He wasn’t going to get any help, not from us.