55. Alessia
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
ALESSIA
I ’m doing it. I’m doing it again. I’m not losing myself. I’m pacing myself. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
I didn’t lose my shit when I saw him in bed sleeping. I didn’t take my knife and drive it into his jugular. I didn’t slit his throat. I didn’t make a scene. I simply tapped him on his shoulder with the tip of my knife and told him to wake the fuck up.
I thought he’d scream, but instead, Teagan was right. Even though I was right next to him, the asshole still tried to run. Which just pissed me off, so I shot him in his knee and now there’s blood everywhere. Annoying, because I wanted to see how clean I could keep this.
Astor and the rest of the guys are standing at the door, watching me attempt to drag Javi into the seat that’s sitting at a desk in the corner. I blow the fly away piece of hair out of my face and grunt. Staring at all of the eyes looking at me, I glare.
“Feel free to help at any goddamn time,” I huff out.
“Who shot him?” Jay asks, looking around.
“Do you see anyone else around here?” I snap.
Astor glances at the gun wrapped around my thigh and I smirk. I used a silencer. Teagan steps forward and chuckles, saying as he walks pass me, “Tornado is definitely back.”
Goddamn right, she is. And she’s ready for fucking revenge.