“Took the kids to her sister’s in Poughkeepsie. Left him a Dear John letter that was honestly a little heartbreaking. I’d say she had the lion’s share of the writing talent in that family, wouldn’t you, Marty?” Feliks grins as he slaps the man on the shoulder. “Hey, wanna see her new Tinder profile? Swipe right for divorce!”
Marty makes a wet, gurgling sound.
I take my time finishing my drink. f**k, it tastes good today. Even though the scent of Marty’s fear is ripe in the air.
I crouch in front of his chair, meeting his bloodshot eyes.
“You wrote lies about my woman,” I say softly.
He shakes his head, snot bubbling at the edges of the tape.
I rip the gag off.
“I didn’t—I swear, I didn’t know she—”
“Hush. You knew.” I press my empty glass to his trembling lower lip. “You wanted cl
