Chapter 12 #2
I moved to the small hiding place I’d managed to secure, grabbing the few items I’d dared keep and before I returned to where she was standing, I moved to the small window, pulling the bucket over and using it as a stepping stool. “Your suggestion.”
She laughed when I pulled three of the blocks free, tossing them to the ground. The space was just enough for me to crawl through.
Jumping down, I returned, gripping her arms. “Lock the door on your way out. Thank you for everything, Rafaela. You are amazing. Now go and do me a favor and forget about me. Go live the life you deserve.”
With her body still trembling, she nodded. I admired her resolve even though tears ran freely. She backed away, grabbing the flashlight and motioning for her pup. “I’ll never forget you. I can’t. I won’t.” With that, she pitched us into darkness and opened the door.
Just before she walked outside, she allowed me to hear her strangled sob.
Even though the ache remained, this chapter needed to end.
One of revenge was set to begin.
I planted both hands on the wall, cursing in Russian given I couldn’t easily rid myself of thoughts of her. There was no easy way of tossing her free from my system.
But there was no other way. None.
While I should consider time of the essence, I’d thought about her warning. I’d wait, but the reason was for a need so intense I could think of little else.
Hunting and killing Marco.
As the overlord of the facility, he lived onsite. I’d paid close attention to every inch of my surroundings, listening in on boasting conversations. The man had no issue talking about the number of women he brought to his bed. What a fucking pig.
So I made a decision. With me gone, the bastard would likely make good on the threat of claiming her. Fuck the asshole. No man touched what belonged to me.
He would pay for his sins. That would require my patience.
I paced the building, remaining cognizant of every noise. At times, I could catch lyrical sounds of music when the wind was right.
In trying to maintain control over my anger, my thoughts continually drifted to the stunning beauty.
Even though I’d already taken her, the desire to do so again was strong.
As I leaned against the wall, I also thought about how badly she needed a spanking for putting her life and her future in jeopardy.
If she were mine, she’d learn doing so would cost her time spent with my belt. My dick twitched all over again. She had a strangling effect on every aspect of me.
While I was envisioning her luscious body, a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. Well, well. If a storm was on the way, that could definitely help.
So I waited a little while longer until the wind began to whip through the trees.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, I returned to the window, pushing my body through the opening.
The drop was easy and within seconds, I had my bearings.
With the flashlight in hand, the knife in my pocket, I plastered a smile on my face.
It was good to be hunting again. I’d missed it more than I’d thought possible.
Instead of making my way to the forest, I headed for the vineyards. There was no music, no longer any lights peeking through the trees. I was stealthy in my movements, although most were disguised by the more frequent rumbles of thunder.
The trek through the vineyard finally gave way to a clearing and with a flash of lightning, I was able to see several buildings in the distance. I crept closer, constantly scanning the perimeter. There was no one the wiser. With any luck, the man had consumed a little too much alcohol.
Less than five minutes later, I recognized the man’s truck. He’d walked to the party. Good for him.
There were no lights on in the house.
Let’s see what I could do.
I’d often found it fascinating the amount of arrogance in some men, especially those involved in criminal activity. They truly believed not only were they above the law but also that no one would dare challenge their authority.
Men like Marco were considered utter trash in my organization. They were so self-centered they were a clear weakness. I’d killed men like him because of their level of stupidity.
That’s why I’d easily managed to get into his house without any issue. No security alarms. No barking dogs. Nothing.
With the house still empty, I’d need to wait a little longer, but the location held a plethora of weapons, also found easily. I remained in the kitchen in the dark, my thoughts drifting to how I wanted to handle Rafaela’s father.
He deserved to taste a bit of my wrath.
The wind was picking up in intensity, enough that I almost didn’t hear the jingle of the keys at the front door.
I remained where I was, which was sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the room. As expected, he headed toward the kitchen, even doing me a little favor of opening the refrigerator door, bending over and peering inside.
I’d gotten much better at perfecting my patience, so I allowed him to make the first move. I was glad to see I hadn’t lost my touch.
His entire body stiffened.
He made the mistake of reaching for his weapon.
And he laughed, which was what pushed me to my limit.
He’d just managed to get the words out of his mouth when I was on him, wrapping my arm high around his throat and squeezing. I easily knocked the weapon from his hand with the other. The technique was immediate, his air supply cut off. I might have killed him instantly had I not heard the words.
“Non vedo l’ora di assaggiare la piccola sgualdrina che desideri.”
I can’t wait to taste the little slut you covet.
That pissed me off more than just about anything the asshole could say. He didn’t think I had any understanding of Italian. As he wheezed, bubbles floating from his mouth, I whispered my response in his ear.
“Indovina un po’? Ho avuto il piacere e ora lei mi appartiene. Ma non preoccuparti. Sono certa che troverai un demone perverso all’Inferno.”
Guess what? I had the pleasure and she now belongs to me. But don’t worry. I’m certain you’ll find a kinky demon in hell.
I was certain he was still getting over the shock of what I’d said when I pressed the tip of my little healer’s blade against his jugular. With the anger level tensing my muscles, my technique was a little off, but very deep.
She was right; the blade was sharp, so much so that for a second there was a pause. Then the blood, thick and impossibly dark spurted out across the front and inside the refrigerator. A relentless hot torrent that provided a dazzling display of artistry.
His gurgled response was like sweet music and only when I felt his life slipping away did I drop him like a rock.
With a single step backwards, I took a deep breath before moving to the sink. I was back in the business of killing and wasn’t finished just yet.