Undressed By His Arrogance-Chapter 261: I’ll Tell You

"Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you!" Peter blurted the moment Winn’s hand lifted again, the knife angled toward flesh. The metal caught the light. "Just—just promise me, you won’t kill me. I promise the information is worth it."

Winn paused. He leaned forward, letting the tip of the knife rest lightly on Peter’s trembling shoulder.

"Fine," he murmured. "I will not kill you if..." He smiled. "If the information is worth it."

Peter swallowed hard. Sweat dripped from his temple and slid down his cheek, disappearing into his collar soaked with blood. "The girl... she is still in danger!"

Everything in Winn went cold. His brows lifted in a controlled, chilling arc. "What do you mean?"

Peter wheezed, his breath catching as pain shot through his thigh. "When... when your guys grabbed me," he stammered. "I was going to meet point and kill. She said I had to finish the job today. I’m sure she’s still waiting for me."

Reese straightened at that.

Every part of Winn—mind, body, instinct—locked suddenly onto her. Ivy. Her face. Her laugh. Her tears. The scar on her shoulder. The way she used to breathe against his neck in her sleep.

"Now will you let me go?"

Winn’s stare darkened.

"I don’t understand," Winn said. "Point and Kill. Not Tom?" His jaw tightened visibly, disappointment settling into his expression. "So... it wasn’t that bastard after all?"

The disappointment was bone-deep, sharp, personal.

He had wanted Tom to be behind it.

"Nah...the bitch isn’t a dude. We call her Point and Kill," Peter said, spitting blood.

Instantly, Winn’s head snapped toward Reese. Reese didn’t need words.

Find Ivy. Secure her.

Reese gave a curt nod and disappeared through the door.

Winn turned back to Peter, the cold dread in his chest twisting tighter. Questions battered his skull, but one forced itself to the surface:

"Have you ever seen her with a man?" Winn asked.

He needed to know.

He needed to be absolutely sure.

Because if this wasn’t Tom...

If this wasn’t Sharona pulling strings...

Then he had to look for another way to take Tom down, justifiably.

Peter shook his head quickly. "No! It’s always just her. She said we messed up the last time, so she wanted to be there herself today." He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. "She said the girl’s got muscle now."

Winn’s veins iced over.

Fear—real, bone-deep, unfiltered fear—erupted through him.

He swore under his breath.

Then he spun toward the corner where Luca leaned lazily against the shadowed wall, cigarette glowing between two tattooed fingers.

"I need his phone," Winn growled. "Where is his phone?!"

Luca gestured subtly, and one of his men—a broad-shouldered, silent giant—stepped forward and placed the device in Winn’s palm. The phone was sticky with dried blood and grime, cracked at the corner.

"What the fuck is your password?!" Winn demanded, knife still in his hand.

"It’s—it’s—" he stuttered. He spat out the numbers fast, desperate.

Winn keyed them in.

Then he lifted his gaze, pinning Peter.

"You don’t want me to kill you today?" Winn murmured. "Good. Call her."

"Wh-what?"

"Call her," Winn repeated. "Tell her the one who got to your friend is onto you and you can’t make it. Tell her you’ll meet up with her later." He leaned forward until their faces were inches apart. "You behave... and I will not kill you. I promise."

Peter nodded in agreement, his eyes darting between Winn and the men surrounding him. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

Winn dialled Sharona’s number—her name glaring up from the cracked screen as "point and kill." He brought the phone to Peter’s trembling ear, fingers resting lightly on the man’s jaw.

Sharona picked up instantly.

Peter swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly, and Winn could see the exact moment fear overrode every bit of common sense the man possessed. But he stayed on script. He forced out the lines Winn ordered:

They had to postpone.

No details.

No excuses.

Just postponement.

But Sharona wasn’t having it.

Winn didn’t need to hear the rest. His pulse thudded a warning that echoed in his skull. He pulled the phone away and ended the call mid-sentence.

"Where were you supposed to meet her?" Winn demanded.

Peter gave a vague description of some quiet industrial cut near Staten Island.

Winn’s blood iced over.

"She’s going to the site..." he whispered. He shot to his feet, tossing the knife to one of Luca’s men.

"Kill him, slowly, painfully." Winn ordered without hesitation. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Wait!" Peter shrieked. "I did what you said! You said you wouldn’t kill me!"

Winn didn’t even turn fully toward him. "I kept my promise," he said. "You weren’t specific."

Peter screamed—a wretched, animal sound—as Winn stormed out of the room.

The door slammed behind him, swallowing the beginning of Peter’s begging.

Reese was already waiting just beyond the threshold, phone pressed tightly to his ear. The moment he saw Winn, he lowered the phone.

"Did you get through to her?" Winn asked.

"No, sir." Reese fell into step beside him immediately. "She isn’t picking her calls."

Winn cursed under his breath.

They quickened their pace as they made their way toward the underground garage.

"Dammit!" Winn yelled. His hand clenched around his phone as if sheer force of will could make Evans pick up. He raked a palm over his face.

"Do you have her bodyguard’s number?" he demanded.

"No," Reese answered, quick, clipped, as if the air around Winn had become flammable. He already had the car keys in hand.

Winn stabbed the call button again. "Pick up, you son of a bitch!" Evans still wasn’t answering.

"Reese?" Winn said as they reached the garage. The Maybach waited.

"Yes, sir?"

"Drive like my life depends on it."

"Understood, sir." He pulled open the door for Winn, then sprinted around to the driver’s side. Within seconds, the engine roared alive, the deep purr of a machine built for speed and intimidation. Tires screeched against the concrete as Reese shot them out of the garage, Winn bracing an arm against the door, jaw tight, eyes stormy.

(This is to 100 power stones. I know we can do 200 guys. We are still low on the golden tickets. Love you guys. Enjoy.)