I was this close to throwing these assholes off my forty-story balcony. So far, I'd been electrocuted, stabbed, stitched up, stabbed in a different place, and been mocked and insulted. If this was the family Willow had chosen, I shuddered to think how awful her biological family was.
"Again. Ping it again," Massimo said as he laid his knife point between my first and second knuckle.
"You damage my hands, I won't be able to help you." I hit the series of keys that would send the signal to Willow's phone.
"You'd come up with a way, I'm sure. Losing your hands would be the best of your options of what I'd really like to cut off." He slapped the flat of the blade against my knuckles.
I added something else to the list for retribution. Forgive me, Willow, but I'm going to maim your brot
