cum-dumpster who killed my mother ten years ago.”
He laughs at this description. “I like that! Cum-dumpster. Very funny.”
“It won’t be funny when you’re getting cum dumped all over your spleen at Rikers.”
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. That’s hilarious.”
This fucking asshole is begging to be shot.
“Enough bullshitting, Tony. Where’s Rebecca?”
He finishes his laughing fit. “But you still haven’t let me tell you who I am.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Have you watched Star Wars, Marco?”
My heart drops into my stomach as I realize what he’s implying. “You’re a fucking liar.”
He continues to laugh and that’s when I hear it. The same laugh I’ve heard come out of my own throat for twenty-eight years.
No. There is no fucking way Tony Angelo is my father. This is fucking bullshit!
He won’t be my father anymore if I kill him.
But I need to find out where Rebecca is first.
I clutch my hair in desperation. John was my father. Not Tony. And he just killed him. Which means he killed both my mother and father.
I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.
Before I can take the final step down into the basement, the door above me opens and the gunshot hits me square in the chest.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City . When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both.
KNOX: VOLUME 3
by Cassia Leo
http://cassialeo.com
Copyright © 2014 by Cassia Leo
All rights reserved.
Cover art by Cassia Leo.
This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without expressed written permission from the author; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.
All characters and events appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
He laughs at this description. “I like that! Cum-dumpster. Very funny.”
“It won’t be funny when you’re getting cum dumped all over your spleen at Rikers.”
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. That’s hilarious.”
This fucking asshole is begging to be shot.
“Enough bullshitting, Tony. Where’s Rebecca?”
He finishes his laughing fit. “But you still haven’t let me tell you who I am.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Have you watched Star Wars, Marco?”
My heart drops into my stomach as I realize what he’s implying. “You’re a fucking liar.”
He continues to laugh and that’s when I hear it. The same laugh I’ve heard come out of my own throat for twenty-eight years.
No. There is no fucking way Tony Angelo is my father. This is fucking bullshit!
He won’t be my father anymore if I kill him.
But I need to find out where Rebecca is first.
I clutch my hair in desperation. John was my father. Not Tony. And he just killed him. Which means he killed both my mother and father.
I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.
Before I can take the final step down into the basement, the door above me opens and the gunshot hits me square in the chest.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City . When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both.
KNOX: VOLUME 3
by Cassia Leo
http://cassialeo.com
Copyright © 2014 by Cassia Leo
All rights reserved.
Cover art by Cassia Leo.
This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without expressed written permission from the author; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.
All characters and events appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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