"How the f**k was he gonna do that?" I try to keep my voice steady.
"Offer to get her back if you agreed to work with the Cartel. Instead, he had to try and use Plan B, Carrigan, which didn't work. Then Reina got crazy and f****d up Plan C. So, my uncle asked me to kill you, and I'm all about family, which I'm sure you can understand. So, here we are."
I have to be imagining this. There's no f*****g way I didn't see this or put any of this together. What the f**k . . . "What drug was that?"
Sapphire holds the gun steady, glancing just briefly at the table. "Hard Sugar. That's the street name for the stuff they spent over a year testing on you. How's your c**k, by the way? Hurt yet?"
"You know the club will kill you."
She laughs again. "Not likely. You're a f*****g junkie.
