Free Vengeance by Shara Azod

bastard was going to pay for that. Pierre had planned on giving him a quick death. That plan flew straight out the window. Motherfuckers were really going to have to learn not to piss him off.
    Releasing Munoz, Pierre signalled for the men waiting quietly behind the idiot. Men Munoz had believed to be his friends. Men who had always been loyal to Pierre.
    “This must be your lucky day.” Pierre smiled. It was far from his lucky day. It was going to be the worst. Finally Munoz understood what kind of shit creek he had managed to float up. The man started to sweat profusely, his eyes darting around the room looking for any kind of help. Help that was nowhere to be seen. “I’ve decided to allow you to continue breathing … for now.
    It was a lie. Pierre was going to kill him. But he was going to make him bleed first.
    Giving Munoz his back, he retrieved his machete from a nearby table. The blade gleamed wickedly as it caught the sunlight. Pierre always kept his favorite weapon close at hand. Watching out of the corner of his eye, he saw Munoz begin to shake as Pierre picked up the machete, saw him shake harder when Pierre nicked his own finger so that a single fat drop of blood welled up on the fingertip. Yeah, the blade was hella sharp. Pierre babied it, polishing and sharpening constantly.
    Eyes bulging, Munoz began to sputter out everything, as Pierre had known he would. For one thing, Munoz had no idea why Pierre was really pissed off enough to end him.
    “I told him where Azriel Seth’s beach house was!” Munoz cried. “And I told him to make sure to take Michelene somewhere far away so she could never return.” And that was the mistake. But Pierre said nothing, allowing him to continue. “Isn’t that what you want?” No, that was far from what he wanted, still Pierre said nothing. “Your mother wants her to follow in her footsteps! She wants to give the business over to her just because she managed to hook up with Seth.”
    That’s because their mother was no fool. Azriel Seth was an independent contractor. The best in the business. If he had gotten with Michelene for more than a night, the rumors alone would be a coup for the family.
    As tempting as it was to separate the man’s head from his body, Pierre managed to stay his hand. Barely. He already knew what Munoz had told the sniveling little worm who’d somehow managed to find his sister when no one else had been able to. That wasn’t the information he was after. But damn, it was infuriating to hear out of this snake’s mouth what everyone assumed. Pierre didn’t hate his sister, no matter their mother’s plans. Quite the opposite. There was no one he loved more in the world, but he felt an enormous amount of guilt for never being there when she really needed him. Now he just wanted to make sure she was safe. If it were true Seth had taken a liking to her, then she was in the safest hands she could possibly be in. But he needed to let her know he was here for her now. He would be here for her until the end of time. He only wished she’d succeeded in killing their mother.
    “And how would you know the location of Azriel Seth’s beach house?” Pierre asked mildly, though the tip of his machete ran across Munoz’s cheeks. Blood appeared immediately, dripping down his face in a parody of the very real tears that also ran down the man’s face. God, he wanted to kill him. But that was secondary to the main objective. He needed only to find his sister before his mother or the crow man that had come sniffing around.
    When Munoz failed to speak to his satisfaction, babbling about how loyal he was to the family, Pierre really did lose patience.
    “Put him on his knees,” he told the men holding Munoz. As soon as they did, he ran the blade over Munoz’s shirt. The material fell to the sides without so much of a whisper. Then he ran the blade in an X pattern across the chest. Deeper than the cuts on his cheeks, but not enough to inflict serious