Chapter 41

“I don’t believe you.”

One-Mile scowled. “I don’t care.”

But he did. If Montilla’s men had been watching, how much did they know about Brea? About the two of them together?

“I think you are lying. But perhaps I am mistaken.” Montilla sneered. “After all, who would love you?”

“I could ask you the same. I know you took your wife from her little impoverished village at sixteen and forced her to marry you. Is it any wonder she left you the first chance she got?” Then he waved his hand in the air as he finally kicked off the water that had now risen to the prick’s chin. “You know what? This conversation is boring me. I think it’s time to put an end to this.”

“You will not kill me.” Montilla’s sneer was full of bravado, but he didn’t actually look convinced.

One-Mile picked up the thick lead pipe he’d found in the garage and thumped it against his palm. “Say nighty-night.”

Then he swung and hit the asshole on the back of his head with just enough