Milo
I stand with my arms crossed, watching my soon to be wife work.
She moves around the man tied to the chair, her knife glinting as she plays with him.
I smile to myself.
That’s my girl, bloodthirsty, ruthless, and entirely magnificent.
The man screams when she sinks the knife into his leg again.
He deserves this and worse.
He was one of my father’s closest friends, part of the rot that spread unchecked for way too long.
We started the list the moment we left the hospital. One by one, every man in that circle will meet the same end. That trafficking network will die with them. I will see to it that it never resurfaces again.
The Pakhan—Isaak’s father—is not a concern. I know Isaak has something to do with that. I didn’t ask, and I know he wouldn’t answer even if I did.
The one screaming in my ears now thought he was clever. He ran to Vietnam, of all places. He underestimated us.
But together, we are stronger than we have ever been.
Octavia will take control of the Bellanti Mafia, and I will stand at her side and let her shine.
If she says jump, I will only ask how high.
She will rule.
She will lead.
And I will be the force that clears the path before her.
Behind closed doors, she’s mine to dominate.
Out here, I enjoy watching her be exactly who she is.
I have already spoken to Isaak. He knows I will sever my ties with the Bratva. That is how I want it.
“Come on,” she says, glancing back at me with that little smile, lifting the blade. “Don’t just stand there. Have some fun.” She pulls another knife from her belt and offers it to me.
I narrow my eyes.
“Don’t you dare touch him with that blade,” I say. “That one only touches me.”
I take it from her and slip it into my pocket. I still don’t know how she managed to steal it from me in the first place.
“So possessive,” she says.
I step in behind her, slide my arms around her waist, and press a kiss to her neck.
“You’ve had your fun,” I murmur at her ear. “Let’s kill him.”
I lower my voice. “Then I can take you home and fuck you senseless.”
“But you just did… in the car,” she says laughing softly.
“Fuck, it is never enough with you. I am tired of sharing you with the world, with your friends, your family, everyone who takes you away from me. I want you all to myself. I want to stay buried inside you all night and all day and have your attention on me alone.” I bite at her neck.
She moans and leans back into me. “Psycho.”