Chapter 26
26
Giselle
“H ere,” Carlo offered me the ax in his hand. “You do the honors.” He looked down and nodded at the poor excuse for a human being lying on the floor in front of us.
“Giselle, you little bitch! Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll break you. You fucking bitch. Do you hear me? I’ll fucking break you!” Sergio hollered.
I smiled and peered down at him. “But you can’t break me, Sergio. And you didn’t break me. I live in a castle. With a man who loves me—and our children—who love me. And I love them.”
“Fuck you! You fucking whore!” he shouted, spit flying out of his disgusting mouth.
His words were meant to hurt.
All they did, though, was dissipate into the air.
Disappear.
Because nothing this man could do would hurt me.
Ever again.
I smiled at the gross human at my feet. “I’m going to live happily ever after, Sergio.” I crouched down so close that I could see the sweat dripping out of his pores. “And you’re going to die.” The smile on my face grew.
“You,” I pointed my finger at him, “lose. And I win.” My eyes teared up as I thought about exactly what I’d won.
And it was almost too numerous to count.
I had a fiancé who loved me. And who wanted to build a family with me.
I had three kids, and one on the way.
Three wonderful, happy, loving kids.
I had friends who loved me and would do anything for me.
Who did anything for me.
And we just learned that Stefan was out of his coma. I wanted to run right down to the hospital to see him.
But Carlo said we had to take care of something first.
And that something was Sergio.
“Fuck you!” Sergio screamed at me.
All I did was laugh.
“I’d kill you myself.” I gazed up at my handsome lumberjack. His concerned gaze was directly on me. “But I have people for that.”
I stood and wiped my hands on my dress. “Besides, I don’t want to miss watching your head roll onto the ground. That will be the highlight of my week.”
Carlo tried to hand me the ax again. “Are you sure you don’t want to do it?” he asked with a small frown on his face. And I loved him for asking. I really did. He thought that it would help me get over my nightmares if I killed Sergio myself.
He’d told me that.
But the truth was—watching my lumberjack chop off this madman’s head would do more to soothe my soul than me doing it myself.
I shook my head. “I want to watch you do it.” I gave him a grin and stepped back a bit.
Both of Carlo’s hands gripped the handle of the ax. “Well, Bastratto. Your time is up. Do you have any last words?”
Sergio opened his mouth, but Carlo cut him off immediately. “Oh, wait a minute. I don’t give a fuck. Lay your head down on the log. It’ll be easier for you that way. Faster.”
As long as I lived, I’d never forget the look on Sergio’s face. “Let me go, Sovrano! You asshole. Let me go!” Sergio tried to play it like he was brave.
But I saw right through him.
His face was pale—almost translucent. And I saw how his body shook.
And I didn’t care one bit.
Because this monster had put me through hell.
He deserved everything that was coming to him.
No.
He earned it.
Carlo ordered Sergio again and again to put his head down on the log. But Sergio refused to submit.
Until—Sergio started crying.
Real tears flowed down his face.
And he begged.
He begged Carlo to spare his life.
I laughed at him.
Right in his face.
Because Carlo was not going to let him leave here alive.
I knew that.
Carlo loved me.
And he’d do everything in his power to protect me—and our children—from evil monsters like Sergio.
I wasn’t sure how or why—but Sergio finally gave in.
And he laid his head down on the log.
With both hands, Carlo lifted the ax above his head. I swear he seemed twice his usual size. Almost in slow motion, he brought the ax down.
Right on Sergio’s neck.
Blood splattered everywhere.
In my eyes.
On my dress.
On my legs.
Carlo was covered with Sergio’s blood.
And just like I promised, I watched Sergio’s head roll onto the ground. He stared up at us with wide, frightened eyes.
And I laughed.
His reign of terror was finally over.
My king saw to that.
I looked over at my blood-soaked lumberjack. And I smiled. “Thank you.”
Carlo tossed the ax away and pulled me into his arms. “Anything for you.”
Then—his mouth crashed down onto mine. I moaned as the coppery taste of Sergio’s blood infiltrated my mouth along with Carlo’s tongue.
The taste of freedom.
It was such a heady feeling—knowing that I was free from that monster.
Sergio could never touch me again.
Before I knew it, I was ripping Carlo’s shirt off him. Touching his hard, muscular chest. Next, I worked on the buckle of his jeans.
His blood covered jeans.
“Fuck,” Carlo said, his hands grabbing onto the neckline of my dress. And then he yanked the material with such force it tore right down the middle. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts stood at attention for him.
His bloody hands covered my breasts. “I love you so fucking much.”
I nodded. “Me too.” I pulled him forward, and we kissed again. As quickly as I could, I pulled my panties down my legs.
Carlo lowered us down to the floor. In a pool of Sergio’s warm blood.
My freedom.
Carlo pulled his cock out and rammed it deep inside of me. We both groaned as he thrust inside, over and over again.
I turned my head and saw the blood dripping off the log. Then I focused in on Sergio’s head.
And—I laughed.
Again.
I gazed back at my lumberjack, his body moving with mine. “I love you,” I whispered as I watched him fuck me. My hands slid over his chest, leaving bloody prints all over him.
My freedom.
Carlo pushed back slightly on his knees. His hands dipped into the blood surrounding us. “I love you, Giselle. So much.” He watched while his fingers painted Sergio’s blood—my freedom—over my breasts and my stomach. “He’ll never touch you again.”
He leaned back over and covered my body with his.
And he fucked me.
Hard.
Until we both exploded our releases.
Covered in Sergio’s blood.
My freedom.