Chapter 4 #2
In the next second, she takes one of the knives that she brought with her and pierces it through his thigh. My eyes widen almost comically, the sound of his scream reaching my ears. He thrashes against the restraints, the chair moving slightly from the force of his attempt to free himself.
“Let me ask you again,” Kaya draws out, as calm and collected as always. “Do you know why you’re here?’’
“This bitch is crazy.” I breathe out, unable to look away. Alexander trembles, glancing down at the knife lodged into his thigh. Blood pools from the wound, his teeth clattering together. Whether it’s from pain, anger, or fear, I do not know, but the fact is, she managed to impact him.
“I don’t know,” Alexander responds, his words weak. They lack resolution, they lack honesty. Kaya sighs in mock disappointment before pulling out a second knife. His expression mirrors mine, pure shock on his face.
Though, I can’t hide my excitement. A low, lazy grin pulls on the corners of my mouth, the blood in my veins boiling.
I didn’t expect she’d take such an approach, but I’m not disappointed.
In fact, not only will she be able to break his spirit within ten minutes, but she’ll also be able to pull everything out of him. He just doesn’t know it yet.
“Would you like to try again?” Kaya asks. “I don’t repeat myself a third time. I’ll just cut you into pieces, sneak into your house, and scatters your body parts in your child’s and wife’s rooms.’’
I can’t tell if she’s bluffing, but knowing her personality, there has to be some truth to her threat.
Alexander’s face flashes in sorrow at the mention of his family, and the irony isn’t lost on me.
He acts like he loves his wife and child, but here he is, with two other children, by two different women.
One of which was conceived while he was married to his current wife.
“Fine,’’ he splutters, and Kaya lowers the knife. She crouches down in front of him, looking at him intently with that twisted smirk of hers. “I’m here because of my involvement with Simmons.’’
Kaya makes a tsk sound. “That’s not all, is it?”
His lip quivers under Kaya’s intense gaze, and even though he’s looking down at her, there’s no doubt about who’s holding all the power. This is just a reminder never to piss her off enough for her to treat me like this.
“No,’’ he admits. “I’m here because of one of my… children.’’
The way he says the word children doesn’t go unnoticed by Kaya or me.
It’s filled with venom, almost as if he didn’t want to admit it out loud.
Kaya’s brow twitches, and I knew I never should’ve listened to her.
Bad fathers still do trigger her, but I have to applaud the way she remains calm and collected.
I’m tapping my foot against the floor impatiently. The way he looks is pissing me off, and I’m struggling to hold back from going in there and murdering the motherfucker. I take deep breaths, trying to steel myself, and allow Kaya to finish the interrogation successfully.
“Correct.” She stands up, then grabs a fistful of his hair.
She yanks his head back, looming over him with a blank, stoic expression.
Yet, behind those sea blue eyes is the anger of a thousand men, something that chills me to the bones.
“You’re here because your friends have kidnapped Blair.
I don’t care about your involvement. I don’t care about their plans.
I care about where they’re keeping her. And you can either tell me while I’m asking nicely, or I can truly show you how the Bratva deals with rotten bastards like you. ’’
“I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure,” she repeats his words, her hand tightening around his hair. “Try again.”
“She was at one of Simmons’ summer houses. But that was last month. They keep changing locations with her because they know the De Santis are looking for her,’’ he swallows, his words coming out in splutters. “I’m not sure where she is at the moment.’’
“Alright, here’s how this is going to go.
’’ Kaya smiles, and I freeze on the other side of the glass.
That smile isn’t genuine nor friendly. No, it’s far worse.
It’s the deadliest I’ve ever seen. “You are going to tell me every single location she’s been at and every possible one she could be at now.
Then, you’re going to use my phone to call Simmons, or any of the other two — take your pick, and set up a meeting with them.
You won’t act suspicious, and you won’t say anything that might give away that you’re being held captive.
If you do, I’ll bring you your wife, slit her throat in front of you, and force you to drink her blood.
All while your child watches it happen. Do. You. Fucking. Understand. Me?
Fear appears on his face, and he nods vigorously.
The motherfucker is one of the most vile people I’ve ever seen, yet in some twisted, fucked-up sense, he seems to care about his family, or his son at least. And Kaya’s exploiting it to the fullest. That’s why she’s who she is — the biggest threat to the criminal world in New York.
She releases his hair and whisks out her phone from the back pocket of her pants. She presses the record button, then nods at Alexander. He starts listing address after address, then pauses for a moment before starting to give her the possible locations where Blair could be.
“Fantastic,” she hums. Once she stops recording, she puts the phone in his hand roughly. “Type in the phone number.”
With a thick swallow, Alexander obeys. His fingers tremble, but he gets it done. Kaya presses the call button, and it starts ringing.
“Paul Simmons speaking.” The call goes through, my shoulders getting rigid at the sound of his voice. Kaya gives Alexander a threatening glare, and the man takes in a deep breath, calming down his trembling body.
“It’s me,” he says.
It’s silent for a few seconds.
“Yes?”
“Something happened,” Alexander says, not moving his eyes from Kaya. “I can’t tell you over the phone. Meet me at Amy’s place.”
“I can’t right now,’’ Paul responds. “In four days’ time, midnight.”
The call ends, and Kaya puts the phone in her pocket.
“Arlo, can I kill him?”
“No, he’s Blair’s to kill.”