Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Spare me your whines,” he retorted. “A little pussy is
what every growing boy needs.”
I glared at him.
“So what did you do with her?” he asked. “Where is she?”
You mean, where’s the body?
I held his gaze and reached into my breast pocket, pulling
out the dagger tucked there.
His eyes darted to it and then up to me as I fisted the
handle.
“Close,” I taunted.
I tightened my grip, the leather of my gloves gritting
together.
“You won’t,” he told me. “You can’t.”
You know I can. And I would.
“Leave,” I muttered.
But his eyes glanced behind me. “Is she pregnant with my
grandchild yet?” he asked, looking Winter up and down. “As
long as that blindness isn’t genetic, breed with her as much as
you want. I expected bastards from you at some point.”
I shot forward.
“I wouldn’t lose control if I were you,” he said quickly.
“You have to keep me alive. How else will I change my will to
include you again?”
And I stopped.
Amusement crinkled his eyes as he waited for me to
process.
I didn’t care about the fucking money.
But if not me, then who?
“Banks is more of a son than you ever were,” he went on.
“I really should’ve known better. That kid was born in the
gutter. Strength comes from trial. You only ever indulged. You
get that weakness from your mother.”