Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“If you need to for yourself Serena, please go ahead. Same for you Patrizia.” she scoffs behind me.
“No blood gonna take me down.” She is always down for whatever.
“Now you piece of shit. I am going to give you one chance to tell me who sent you before I start with your fingers.” he chuckles and raises his head like I am nothing.
“Whatever cunt. From what I hear you ain’t got the tits like that bitch in New..” his jaw cracks behind the punch to the face delivered by Wictor.
“Watch how the fuck you talk to her maggot.” he spits at his feet and crosses his arms. I should be mad at how he interrupted my interrogation, but all I can do is swoon. Inside of course. Without saying anything I turn and continue.
“Okay. I see you need receipts. No problem.” Dropping my hatchet on the table beside him, I simply walk up to him, grip his hand and wrench his thumb from the rest of his hand. His scream fills the air filling me with a satisfaction I have never felt doing this. When I am satisfied, I step back. “Now, the next thing I do is chop it off.” his chest is heaving, and his face is red from yelling and screaming but I can still see his resolve. “Who sent you?” I wait a moment but still he says nothing. “Suit yourself.”
“Is she..” Wictor’s brother begins to speak and then he stops. He looks at Serena who nods her head.
“Yep. She is.” I smile before walking over to the asshole in question, raise my axe and drop it down on his finger.
“Ahhh shit. Ahh fuck.” he begins yelling, his body shaking trying to either get out of the chair or he is convulsing. I see him begin to heave from the pain. I should feel something but all I feel is numb.
“Are you ready to answer me now?” I taunt him.
“I…I was only doing as I ordered.” he stumbles through speaking, kind of going in and out of consciousness.
“I know that, dumbass. I see you want to waste my time.” Raising it, I chop off four fingers at once and stand there letting him piss himself.
“Oh shit, Wic. Your woman is vicious.” his brother says. I turn back to look at him smiling. He grips my neck and pulls my mouth to his kissing me like no one is looking before pulling back.
“She’s fucking amazing.” he whispers against my mouth before kissing the side of my head.
“Luna, his name is Malkom.” Dalian says from the side of me. He is staring at his phone which I assume means we have gotten a facial rec from Giulia’s guy Specs. “Seems here he works for the Russians.” Figures.
“Alright then Malkom, here is your chance for the rest of your death to be peaceful. Tell me who sent you.” He can barely speak now, but his gasp of air sends chills down my spine.
“He told us not to kill you. He wanted the one you were with.” I hear Wictor growl behind me.
“Who is he?” The hairs on my arms begin to stand up because I know what he is going to say before he says it.
“Your father.” Everyone around me gasps and curses. The blood begins to drain from my face because it seems it's time.
“Where is he?” I need to do this while I have the will. He begins to fade, and I start to panic. “Hey, Malkom, where is he?” I smack him so hard the warehouse rings out. His eyes open for a split second, long enough for him to say..
“Burr ridge. Sutia Moon,” and then he is gone. I am racking my mind trying to figure out what the hell he would be doing in Burr Ridge.
“What do you want to do?” Dalian asks. Looking at him first, I turn to everyone else.
“Time to strap up guys. We’re going hunting.” Walking out of the building I pull out my phone and call Giulia.
“Glad to see you survived.” she says rather dryly.
“Sorry. There were matters to tend to. I am calling to let you know we got him.”
“Are you sure?” he voice has perked up.
“Yes. I got a location. I just need you to have this name searched.” I give her the name that was given to me.
“You will have it within the hour. Luna, are you ready?” How the fuck does someone get ready to kill their own father? But, considering I don’t have a choice, I answer her with as much confidence as I can.
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Then bring me back a souvenir.” She says. I didn’t think she expected anything less.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
WICTOR
Well shit. I am such an asshole. Here we are about to hunt down and kill my woman’s father and I am harder than a fucking piece of concrete watching her torture someone. She is a badass my Luna. Looking at her dark features, hair the color of coal and skin the color of creamed caramel, she looks like a woman who would cut a man’s dick off, but underneath that exterior, is a softie who wants to be normal and have a normal life.