Chapter 24
SLADE
Niko has been blowing up my phone since I started torturing my target.
He usually never calls me so much because he knows not to bother me unless it’s an important issue or about Isabella.
My target’s body is lying on the floor with his eyeballs neatly placed next to his body along with some other parts of his body.
I’ll let my fucking team deal with it.
I need to see what Niko fucking wants.
I’ll fucking shower when I get to the apartment. Hopefully Isabella isn’t there.
“You better be blowing up my phone for a good fucking reason,” I say as I walk towards my bike and put my helmet on.
“Sir, we have a problem,” Niko says in Russian, the phone call connecting to my helmet.
I stick my phone on the holder and start the engine. It vibrates underneath my body.
“What is it?” I ask, my jaw clenching.
“Your safe at the apartment was broken into. I got a security alert. Didn’t you get it?”
No.
Probably because it was lost among Niko’s thirty missed calls.
God fucking damnit.
I pull out of the warehouse grounds and race back home, going over 100 mph and cutting through cars.
“Fuck. Did you check the cameras?” I ask.
He hesitates and breathes harshly. “Isabella is the only one in the apartment, sir.”
“God fucking-” I zoom down the street. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Make sure she doesn’t leave that fucking apartment.”
I drive fast and reckless, trying to beat the traffic home.
When I finally get to the building, I turn the bike off and swing off of it in a hurry. I rush to get to the apartment.
The door is unlocked and I don’t hear her so I jog past her room where the door is open but she isn’t there. My bedroom door is also wide fucking open, which it never is, and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.
I slowly walk inside, trying my best to stay calm and not freak out.
I almost wish I fucking took coke before I killed and tortured that son of a bitch or at least before I got here.
I look at my closet, where the safe is.
My closet door is open, the light shining through.
My steps are small and quiet as I step towards the closet, making sure not to make any sound in case she gets startled and tries to run.
Isabella is sitting on the floor, crying as she stares at all of the guns, knives, and bullets in the drawer.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I take one step closer to her but the floor fucking creaks and she turns around.
She stares up at me with frightened eyes.
There are two ways this could go.
She can either be fucking furious and act crazy or she can cry and just understand.
I guess we’re about to find out.
She stands and tries to run out of the closet but I grab her by her waist and pull her into my arms.
She starts screaming and struggles against my hold. “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go, Slade! Please, let me go.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, relax,” I whisper in her ear but that doesn’t do shit.
She tries to fight me and elbow me in the stomach but her little attempts are amusing at best. Her hip grinds against me and fuck, her acting crazy, while also being scared, sends a jolt of excitement all the way down to my dick.
My cock twitches and I rub it against her.
“Keep fighting me like this and I’ll get the wrong idea, avtor. ”
“You’re fucking horrible! You killed them! I can’t believe I—”
“Isabella.” I whisper in her ear and walk us towards the bed while she still struggles against me. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You need to calm down. I can explain.”
“Explain what? You’re a murderer!”
I push her on the bed and pin her down, resting my hips against her and holding her wrists.
My erection presses against the spot between her thighs, but she doesn’t pay attention to that.
Isabella tries to get her hands out of my hold.
She’s determined, I’ll give her that.
“I already told you a while ago, Isabella, that I’m not the kind of person you think I am.”
“You kill people!” she cries, still trying to fight me even though it’s really doing nothing.
I tilt my head to the side a little bit and furrow my eyebrows. “I kill people sometimes. You’re over exaggerating. Really.”
Her eyes widen. “You’re fucking crazy! You have photos of me too!”
“Okay, look I have a lot of explaining to do. I know that, but you need to calm down Isabella. I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “You lied to me. You lied about who you are.”
“No, I never lied to you, Isabella. I just didn’t tell you shit because I knew this was how you were going to react.”
“No! This is something you tell someone when you first start talking to them. So all of this ‘contracting stuff’ that you were out doing was all a lie! It was all a facade.”
“I never told you what kind of contracting I do. So again I didn’t lie, stop saying I did. You’re starting to piss me off,” I say, my hands tightening around her wrists, warning her.
She seriously has no clue what I can do to her.
“Fuck you-”
I cut her off by pressing my mouth on hers.
This is the only way to shut her up.
My lips ravish her in a rough and demanding kiss. She pauses and almost kisses back before she starts to pull her lips away from me.
Her face scrunches up and she struggles against me but I keep kissing her, not letting her get away.
“Uspokoysya i prosto day mne tebya potselovat’ Isabella,” I say against her lips but she doesn’t fucking listen to me.
When I imagined how this conversation with Isabella would go, it was completely different from this.
But she’ll learn to be okay with it. She’ll learn to understand me. She’ll learn.
I wince when Isabella bites my bottom lip.
I can taste iron.
I grunt and move away. “I didn’t know biting was a kink of yours?
” I raise an eyebrow at her, and instead of laughing like I’d hoped she would, she brings her knee up and tries to thrust it into my groin.
Instead she just punches my stomach, not really doing anything.
“Come on, baby. If you’re going to hit me, at least make me bleed again. ”
“Screw you, Slade.”
I sigh and shake my head.
Looks like I have to do this the hard way.
I get off of her and she runs to my bedroom door. I open my side table drawer and grab the small injector.
By the time I leave my room she is putting her shoes on by the front door.
She is rushing and still a sobbing mess.
Right when Isabella puts her hand on the door knob, I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her into me and stick the needle in her neck.
“Slade.” Her speech slurs and she goes limp in my arms.
I put the syringe on the island and pick her up, carrying her down the hallway to my bedroom.
Damn this girl can put up a good fucking fight.
Just thinking about it makes me want to take her to a random location, maybe the warehouse, and let her run away from me until I catch her and fuck her.
We’ll try it out once she starts to calm down.
For now, I’ve got bigger things to worry about.
Like keeping my little avtor’s mouth shut.
I lay her down in my bed and put the covers on her to keep her warm.
My lips touch her forehead. “You’ll see, Isabella,” I whisper and sit down next to her on the bed, rubbing small circles on her back.
I grab my phone from my pocket and open Landon’s contact.
I press it to my ear as it rings. My eyes go to Isabella, admiring her sleeping form as he finally answers the call on the last ring.
“Mladshiy brat! Long time no call!” Landon yells. “I’m sure you fucked up on something so tell me what it is.”
“It’s a fucking girl.”
“Ahh who’s the unlucky girl?”