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“I’m surprised that you didn’t do an internet search of him when I started working there,” I snorted.
She leveled those green eyes of hers at me. “Yeah, right. Maddox handled that, and when he reported that Killian Warrick was on the up-and-up, I hadn’t bothered with looking any further into it.”
“I should have known,” I sighed.
“You really should have,” she agreed.
“I’m attracted to him,” I finally confessed. “But…”
“But…?”
I quickly told her about the gym encounter, and after ignoring how she was laughing at my graceful dismount off the treadmill, I said, “There’s something more there, Lennon. I just don’t know what. Usually he’s very professional and reserved, but…something happened yesterday.”
Her face softened as she stopped laughing at me. “You almost got hurt in front of him, Posie,” she said. “That’s what changed. He’d been too worried about you to guard his actions.”
My body sunk back into the plushness of the couch. “It’s just that…rejection sucks, Len.”
“It does,” she agreed. “But even if he does reject you, it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, Posie.” Again, Lennon’s words were always to the point, even if a bit bloody at times.
“So…what now?” I asked. “I’m just supposed to go up to him and ask him out?”
“Either that, or wear a skirt with no panties, then drop a pencil in front of him and spread your legs as you bend over to get it.”
I stared at her for a full ten seconds before I realized that she was serious. “Christ, you’re insane.”
“Every good love story should have an interesting beginning,” she replied, and I just laughed.
Chapter 12
Killian~
It could never be said that the Benettis didn’t know how to welcome their guests. The only thing that was missing from this place was a snack platter for when I got hungry.
The Benetti ‘warehouses’ came equipped with everything that would make a sadist’s dick hard. They also came with everything that would make it near impossible for the police to find anything, should the warehouses ever get raided.
While I’d only had to use a couple of their warehouses in my time, Vincent had once explained that every warehouse that they owned had once been an industrial warehouse or factory. Industrial warehouses and factories came standard with showers for safety reasons, so no one would think it odd that there were working showers in these facilities. Of course, nowadays, the showers were used to wash all the blood and guts off the Benettis’ tailored suits, but that was neither here nor there.
Dante had also been kind enough to secure Kurt Oliver to a chair for me and provide a tray of instruments for my torturing pleasure. Years ago, Ellie had overheard Ria talking to Dante once, and according to Ellie and the conversation, Dante had a specialized warehouse that housed all kinds of torture devices that he used to create his art. The man was spooky as fuck, and that was saying something, considering that I was slowly killing someone at the moment.
Kurt Oliver’s body was tied securely to a metal chair that was positioned in the center of what used to be a chemical cage. He’d been a little bruised up when I’d first gotten here, but nothing too bad. Apparently, Dante had knocked him out too hard, and Kurt’s face had landed on the pavement with a hard thud. Luckily for me, Dante hadn’t killed him with that one blow.
“You shouldn’t have laughed at her, Kurt,” I said, and Kurt’s head just lulled around as it hung low. “I mean, you shouldn’t have raped her to begin with, but you really shouldn’t have laughed at her.” He lifted his head, his eyes glossy from the imaginable pain that he had to be feeling. “You should have just left the woman alone, Kurt.”
“Fuck you,” he hissed painfully.
False bravery always came after resignation. While my kill count was relatively low, I had learned rather quickly that there were actual stages of emotion when you knew that you were going to die. First, there was usually the denial of any wrongdoing, and even the hope that it was just a case of mistaken identity. If that didn’t work, then the sonofabitch usually started the whole begging for his life part of the act, and that’s when I usually started to make the bastard really plead for his life. After that, came the cursing, name calling, and whatnot. Finally, silence after their will to live was killed off, leaving me to relieve them of their heartbeats.
Francisco had mentioned once that cutting out their tongues helped a lot if you weren’t in the mood to hear their bullshit, but that method didn’t work for me. I was more of an-eye-for-an-eye kind of guy, so I liked hearing them scream as I raped them with whatever was handy. After all, that was the entire point to why I did what I did. This was about more than avenging their victims; this was about making them understand what they’d done right before meeting their maker.
I was also sadistic enough to enjoy it. The more that they screamed, the rougher their beating was. All I had to think about was my sister, and those thoughts were enough to fuel the rage that I couldn’t seem to ever shake.
Now, while a lot of people would call me a monster and make claims against vigilantism, those people hadn’t seen my sister lying in that hospital bed. They hadn’t seen Jamie going out of his mind with every emotion under the sun. They hadn’t seen how broken my parents had been, watching their only daughter fighting her way to simply want to survive.
Yeah, so, fuck those people.
Sure, they might be better human beings than I was, and they might have one foot inside Heaven’s gates, but I had no problem burning in Hell for my sister. I had sold my soul to the Devil a long time ago, and I was okay with that. Someone had to fight evil, right? Someone had to be the sacrificial lamb, so why not me?
Of course, Ellie didn’t know that I went around killing people, but she didn’t need to know. I was lucky enough that the Benettis understood that Ellie would never be able to grasp what I did, so they kept my secret from her, and I would never be able to pay them back for that. It also helped that Ria understood exactly how I felt. After all, she’d been the one that had taken care of Trent because her need to avenge Ellie had been so strong.
