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the way he did. Make them feel even an ounce of what he was going through.
The despair. The hopelessness. The helplessness.
He wanted to see it on someone else s face, see it in someone else s eyes other than
his when he forgot and looked in the mirror.
Someone yanked the curtain back. Mateo jumped up, ready to battle from his
stance. Nurse Nicholas harrumphed at him, her eyes meeting Pablo s.
Your young man is getting patched up. She walked closer to Pablo. The knife
sliced clean through, didn t hit anything vital. Right now the doctor is taking care of
him, but he s being sedated.
Mateo squatted beside Pablo and looked up at the nurse. So you re saying he ll be
fine?
Yes. He just needs to heal up and he ll be up and on his feet in no time. She spoke
to Mateo but held Pablo s gaze. The other two men who came in with you are giving
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the officers their statements downstairs so why don t you go home? Get cleaned up. Get
some rest. I m sure if the police need you they ll come looking.
Like hell. He wasn t leaving. Not until he saw Shane with his own eyes. Not until
those green eyes sparkled for him, spoke to him. Pablo shook his head. I m not
You are. Mateo grabbed his arm and pulled upright.
Really spoke to Pablo s state of mind that he didn t call his friend on the
manhandling. Really did. He stood quiet as Mateo pulled out a business card and
handed it to the nurse.
Call if anything changes. Anything.
She nodded and Mateo walked out the room, pulling Pablo behind him.
Mateo waited until they were safely inside the elevator before he spoke. Reggie,
Freddo and I decided they ll tell the cops they found Shane on the side of the road in his
condition. If they come looking for you and me, we stick to that, yeah?
Pablo grunted, the words barely registering.
You want someone to pay, yeah? Maybe you ve forgotten you have someone. York
is all trussed up in the warehouse in East New York. Waiting for you.
York. Pablo hadn t forgotten about him, but Mateo was right. He had someone to
take out his anger on. He d do it with a smile.
Outside in the parking lot, the sunlight blinded him for a minute. It crossed his
mind as he watched people go about their lives that everything he wanted and needed
was upstairs. Sedated in one of those tiny rooms.
All alone.
He wouldn t leave Shane alone for long. Shouldn t take long to slit York s throat.
Mateo opened the passenger side door for him then paused, his gaze heavy on
Pablo s face.
What?
I need your head back in the game. His friend s mouth twisted. Let s leave what
you feel or don t feel for him here, right now. You re about to deal with an enemy and
this has to be business. You ready?
Fucking A he was. I m ready.
* * * * *
He hadn t killed a lot over the years, but he d done enough. Just enough to know
how to slice someone for maximum blood loss and pain, but still keep them breathing
and alert to what came next.
Funny, he d never considered himself a fan of torture, but as he stood back and
surveyed his handiwork he figured he must be.
He d given York a taste of his own medicine, using the same knife he d stabbed
Shane with to open him up. The first mark Pablo put on him was identical to Shane s,
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two stabs on the left side. Except maybe he had twisted a time or two, nicked something
vital.
Or two.
To his credit York hadn t started begging and pleading for his life until Pablo made
the shallow cut around his neck. Yes, he was bleeding but if he were to get medical
attention in the next say, twenty minutes, he d be just fine.
Unfortunately for York, there d be no help. At least medically.
Stripped of all his clothes, York was laid out on a wooden picnic table in the middle
of the warehouse on Williams Avenue. Fitting, actually. This was where Pablo made
that first mistake, taking Shane as Dev alone to the boat.
That first kiss fucked his head up.
York pulled at the cuffs around his wrists, dragging Pablo s attention back to him.
Fool move that, didn t he already know what having Pablo s attention meant?
You were about to tell me your reasoning behind stabbing Dev, Pablo reminded
him quietly. He sat back on his haunches, wiping the blade of the knife against his
jeans. Go on, I m all ears.
The hatred in York s eyes was palpable. He d taken to gasping for his breaths, his
bloody chest and torso rising and falling as his Adam s apple worked. It s your
fucking fault, York wheezed. You got him on your payroll. He s the reason you hit
the stash-house.
Pablo laughed and even he cringed at the sound, rough and bitter. Hate to burst
your bubble, old man, I was only fucking your boy. It was never about you. He didn t
even know about the warehouse, I m guessing, until you stabbed him and accused him
of it. Appears to me you killed off one of your loyal men for nothing.
Nothing? The picture the girl showed me told it all. That son of a bitch was
playing me. York s voice broke as he ran out of air. He clawed at the table, eyes
widening as he fought to breathe.
The girl. Had to be Piper. You should conserve your energy, Pablo warned him.
I m nowhere near done with you yet.
He was He was fucking you, my enemy. York s voice dwindled down to a
mere breath of sound. He d-deserved wh-what he g-got.
And many will say the same about you.
I m n-not fraid. York s pallor belied his words, as did his wide eyes. His blood
slid down his sides and through the cracks in the table, drip-dripping on the exposed
concrete floor and collecting into a thick dark-red puddle.
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the way he did. Make them feel even an ounce of what he was going through.
The despair. The hopelessness. The helplessness.
He wanted to see it on someone else s face, see it in someone else s eyes other than
his when he forgot and looked in the mirror.
Someone yanked the curtain back. Mateo jumped up, ready to battle from his
stance. Nurse Nicholas harrumphed at him, her eyes meeting Pablo s.
Your young man is getting patched up. She walked closer to Pablo. The knife
sliced clean through, didn t hit anything vital. Right now the doctor is taking care of
him, but he s being sedated.
Mateo squatted beside Pablo and looked up at the nurse. So you re saying he ll be
fine?
Yes. He just needs to heal up and he ll be up and on his feet in no time. She spoke
to Mateo but held Pablo s gaze. The other two men who came in with you are giving
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the officers their statements downstairs so why don t you go home? Get cleaned up. Get
some rest. I m sure if the police need you they ll come looking.
Like hell. He wasn t leaving. Not until he saw Shane with his own eyes. Not until
those green eyes sparkled for him, spoke to him. Pablo shook his head. I m not
You are. Mateo grabbed his arm and pulled upright.
Really spoke to Pablo s state of mind that he didn t call his friend on the
manhandling. Really did. He stood quiet as Mateo pulled out a business card and
handed it to the nurse.
Call if anything changes. Anything.
She nodded and Mateo walked out the room, pulling Pablo behind him.
Mateo waited until they were safely inside the elevator before he spoke. Reggie,
Freddo and I decided they ll tell the cops they found Shane on the side of the road in his
condition. If they come looking for you and me, we stick to that, yeah?
Pablo grunted, the words barely registering.
You want someone to pay, yeah? Maybe you ve forgotten you have someone. York
is all trussed up in the warehouse in East New York. Waiting for you.
York. Pablo hadn t forgotten about him, but Mateo was right. He had someone to
take out his anger on. He d do it with a smile.
Outside in the parking lot, the sunlight blinded him for a minute. It crossed his
mind as he watched people go about their lives that everything he wanted and needed
was upstairs. Sedated in one of those tiny rooms.
All alone.
He wouldn t leave Shane alone for long. Shouldn t take long to slit York s throat.
Mateo opened the passenger side door for him then paused, his gaze heavy on
Pablo s face.
What?
I need your head back in the game. His friend s mouth twisted. Let s leave what
you feel or don t feel for him here, right now. You re about to deal with an enemy and
this has to be business. You ready?
Fucking A he was. I m ready.
* * * * *
He hadn t killed a lot over the years, but he d done enough. Just enough to know
how to slice someone for maximum blood loss and pain, but still keep them breathing
and alert to what came next.
Funny, he d never considered himself a fan of torture, but as he stood back and
surveyed his handiwork he figured he must be.
He d given York a taste of his own medicine, using the same knife he d stabbed
Shane with to open him up. The first mark Pablo put on him was identical to Shane s,
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two stabs on the left side. Except maybe he had twisted a time or two, nicked something
vital.
Or two.
To his credit York hadn t started begging and pleading for his life until Pablo made
the shallow cut around his neck. Yes, he was bleeding but if he were to get medical
attention in the next say, twenty minutes, he d be just fine.
Unfortunately for York, there d be no help. At least medically.
Stripped of all his clothes, York was laid out on a wooden picnic table in the middle
of the warehouse on Williams Avenue. Fitting, actually. This was where Pablo made
that first mistake, taking Shane as Dev alone to the boat.
That first kiss fucked his head up.
York pulled at the cuffs around his wrists, dragging Pablo s attention back to him.
Fool move that, didn t he already know what having Pablo s attention meant?
You were about to tell me your reasoning behind stabbing Dev, Pablo reminded
him quietly. He sat back on his haunches, wiping the blade of the knife against his
jeans. Go on, I m all ears.
The hatred in York s eyes was palpable. He d taken to gasping for his breaths, his
bloody chest and torso rising and falling as his Adam s apple worked. It s your
fucking fault, York wheezed. You got him on your payroll. He s the reason you hit
the stash-house.
Pablo laughed and even he cringed at the sound, rough and bitter. Hate to burst
your bubble, old man, I was only fucking your boy. It was never about you. He didn t
even know about the warehouse, I m guessing, until you stabbed him and accused him
of it. Appears to me you killed off one of your loyal men for nothing.
Nothing? The picture the girl showed me told it all. That son of a bitch was
playing me. York s voice broke as he ran out of air. He clawed at the table, eyes
widening as he fought to breathe.
The girl. Had to be Piper. You should conserve your energy, Pablo warned him.
I m nowhere near done with you yet.
He was He was fucking you, my enemy. York s voice dwindled down to a
mere breath of sound. He d-deserved wh-what he g-got.
And many will say the same about you.
I m n-not fraid. York s pallor belied his words, as did his wide eyes. His blood
slid down his sides and through the cracks in the table, drip-dripping on the exposed
concrete floor and collecting into a thick dark-red puddle.
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