Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I spent another half hour making them pay for their stupidity, but I was careful not to kill them. They had one more purpose before I made an example of them.
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” I announced.
Fox was sitting in a chair near the little table, reading. He nodded at my statement and set aside the book as he got to his feet. “Don’t want them losing feeling in their arms. Gonna secure them in the next room for tonight, and I’ll have Blade make sure they don’t bleed out.”
“Grazie mille,” I thanked him.
“How are you, cara?” I asked Vivienne over a video call on my phone as I paced outside the warehouse the following morning. Alec and Liam were due to arrive with Chet any minute.
“I miss going outside,” she muttered.
I smiled at her cute little pout. “Ah, but you miss me more, don’t you?”
She tried not to smile, but her mouth curved up, and she sighed. “Sì.”
Heat raced through my body, and I knew she could see the flames of desire in my eyes when I growled, “Fuck, cara. Don’t ever speak Italian to anyone but me.”
She frowned. “Didn’t I say it right?”
“You did. That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is?” she asked, obviously confused.
“Vivienne, hearing you speak Italian makes me hot as hell and desperate to fuck you. I want to hear you screaming in it how much you love my cock being buried inside you.”
“Oh,” she whispered breathlessly. “Could you…um…” Her cheeks turned bright pink, but she seemed to gather some courage before continuing. “Would you say dirty things to me in Italian? After you tell me what they mean, of course.”
“Sei sexy, cara. Ti voglio scopare,” I crooned. “Voglio seppellire il mio cazzo nella tua figa stretta. Voglio sentirti urlare di piacere mentre cavalchi il mio cazzo. Spalancherai le gambe per me come una brava ragazza e ti scoperò così forte che non avrai dubbi a chi appartiene quella figa.”
Vivienne’s face was flushed, and she stared at me with her mouth open and her blue eyes burning with need.
“Like that?” I practically purred.
“Um, yes,” she squeaked.
The sound of tires on gravel alerted me that it was time to hang up. “Shit. I have to go, cara. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
She smiled sadly and said goodbye before hanging up. Dragging me away from her, especially after outing me, was just another reason to want Chet dead.
The car came to a stop beside me, and Alec hopped out of the driver’s seat. Liam came around from the other side and popped the trunk, then they pulled a bound and gagged Chet out before slamming it shut again.
They set him on his feet, and an evil smile sliced across my face as I moved to stand directly in front of him.
I had a solid reputation as someone who was cold, unreadable, and emotionless. When Chet saw my expression, he seemed to understand that I had gone beyond that level, which meant I didn’t have a tight grip on my control. Without it, chaos would reign.
And the person or people my wrath was directed at should be as terrified as if they were facing the devil himself.
“We meet again, Chanler. And this time, you have a penance to pay.”
“You said your boss won’t let you kill me,” he whined.
“True. But when it comes to Vivienne, I’m pretty much unhinged. I’ll do whatever I think is necessary to keep her safe and happy. And honestly, I can’t say I won’t enjoy taking payment for what you’ve cost her. Us.”
He began to cry, and I rolled my eyes, then looked at Alec and jerked my head toward the warehouse. Dragging Chet with them, they followed me inside and back to the room where the would-be kidnappers were once again strung up.
“I know you never actually met the idiots you hired to snatch my woman, so let me introduce you. Well, I don’t actually know or care what their names are. I’ve come up with many creative ones to use. I digress, though. A face-to-face meeting wasn’t the purpose for our stop along the way to the room I have set up, just for you.”
Chet struggled against his bindings, and Liam boxed his ear. “Stop squirming and pay attention to the boss’s lesson, asshole.”
For the next twenty or so minutes, Chet was forced to stand there and watch as I tortured the goons, then ultimately shot them between the eyes.
King handed me a wet rag to clean my blood-soaked hands as I turned to look at Chet. “Your turn.”
After several hours of making Chet regret he was ever born, much less the things he’d done to women over the years, I contemplated just how far I wanted to push my relationship with Nic. He had several valid reasons for wanting Chet to remain alive. And the sick bastard would be monitored for the rest of his life.