“No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t care about yourself. In fact, you don’t give a s**t whether you live or die. Sure, I couldcarve that other little bastard out of you, but what would be the point? You didn’t get to know her. You didn’t spend five yearscaring for her. And then you’d die, and you wouldn’t even get to f*****g miss her.”
“So that’s what this is about?” I croak. “Making me suffer?”
“Yes!” He yells that word loud enough for half the mobsters here to turn. “Like you made me suffer!”
“You son of a b***h,” Yulian bellows, drawing closer. He must have ended his fight and seen what was happening across thelot. “You heartless f*****g—”
“Not another step.” Brad pokes the gun into Eli’s head again. It makes him yelp in pain. “Or else I’ll change my plans.”
“You do that, you’ll
