Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
As much as I hated using innocent victims, it was part of this cruel world. I used any means necessary, no matter who or what it was. Loved ones were always the highest form of bait or collateral, it was what made this world go around.
“Yes! It was all planned!” he let out, trying to catch his breath. “Except, I don’t know where the fuck she is! All I was ordered to do was get you away from your sister that night at the party. That’s it. I didn’t know they were going to take her. I swear it! Please! I beg you! Call off your men!”
Still on the phone, I snarled, “Who is they?”
“I’m not sure. I answer to Vitale. Ask him!”
“Vitale? Who the fuck is that?”
“Get off your ass and find out for yourself!”
“Get off my ass? Get off my ass?! I haven’t been able to sit on my ass since my sister was fucking kidnapped!”
My mind raced with thoughts.
With guilt.
With shame from all the shit I put the people I love the most through.
I grasped onto the front of his suit jacket, lifting him off the couch with zero effort and slamming his back up against the wall. His body jolted with a hard thud, knocking the wind out of him for a second.
“You motherfucking piece of shit!” I seethed, attacking him over and over again with the end of my cigar.
From his chest, to his arms, to every last inch I came in contact with on his body.
“Please, stop! I’ve had enough!”
“I haven’t even gotten started! Answer me, you son of a bitch!” I hurled his body across the room.
He knocked over a few vacant chairs, tumbling over my desk before staggering to his feet. Wiping the blood off his face with the back of his arm, the piece of shit actually tried to take a few blind swings at me. Using his momentum, I caught a punch midair in my hand, and turned his ass around to crash his body against another wall in the corner of my office. Causing the drywall to crack and fall beneath our feet.
Immediately, I held up his lax body, shoving it harder against the surface. Pulling out my gun, I rammed it into the back of his skull.
“Give me a reason. Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out?”
“You got it all wrong! If you don’t back down you’re going to be the reason your sister dies! Do you hear me? Her death will fall on you!”
I let him go, stepping back. Hearing his words on repeat through my mind, as I crouched down and grabbed my phone off the floor.
“Eye for an eye, motherfucker.” Hitting the call button, I gave the order. Doing what I had to do to prove my point. “On second thought, don’t bring her to me. Just slit her fucking throat.”
“Noooooooo!”
I raised my gun and blew his head off. “When you’re done with her,” I stated on the phone. “Come to my office and clean up this fucking mess.” I hung up, forever condemned.
I was a bad man, I never claimed to be anything else.
Who the hell knows what his girlfriend knew, having to tie up loose ends meant my family lives or theirs. Dead bodies couldn’t speak or seek revenge.
Stepping over Giovanni, I left.
El Diablo never once looking back.
I was exhausted to the max, pushing my body more and more as the days passed. Despite Sienna sleeping in my arms last night, I didn’t find rest for more than an hour or two. Even then, I was on edge. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept solid or sound. Never able to relax enough to allow sleep to take over.
No rest for the wicked.
The demons that haunted me never rested. No matter how tired I was, they were right there with me. The closer I got to finding my sister, the harder the nights were becoming. One day rolled into the next, they were all blending together.
The only peace I had was making some leeway with Sienna the previous night. Gino texted me a video of her when she saw her stable and Massimo that morning. There was something about watching her that brought me harmony. From one room to the next her face lit up, shocked by all the surprises I had for her. When she saw I had brought her most prized possession to live with us, her expression almost brought me to my knees. My wife laid on the attention real thick.
I was literally jealous of a fucking horse.
For the whole elevator ride down to the parking garage, I thought about how her body felt incredible on top of mine. The smell of her hair, the feel of her skin, the taste of her tongue inside my mouth.