Neal.
Andre punched me in the face again. I spat blood and a tooth onto the floor.
Allegra was sitting behind me, duct taped to a metal chair. Much as I was hoping she’d go all Black Widow on their asses, real life didn’t work that way.
“I want to hear you beg,” Andre said, grabbing me by my hair while Xavier chuckled in the background.
“Like your brother or your daddy?” I coughed back, spitting another tooth. “I heard your daddy screamed like a little girl—”
That got me another punch in the face.
“Neal, could you TRY not to antagonize him?” Allegra hissed. She herself was beat to f*ck, but I was the one they really wanted. For now.
And I wanted to keep it that way.
“I could try.” I laughed maniacally.
“You’re not too bright,” Andre grunted, hitting me again, splitting open my cheek.
I was pretty sure, if I got out of this alive, that eye socket was going to need work. “Your brother pissed himself.”
