Page 97 of Brutal King


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With my back to the wall, I silently creep forward then pause a foot from the door. The curtains are drawn over the windows, but I can just make out a figure sprawled on the bed. I nod at Max, and he rams the worn timber with his broad shoulder. The wood splinters with a crash, and the hinges squeal open.

The form rolls off the floral bedspread, sinking between the beds.

“Come out now, Jasper,” I hiss, “and I promise to cut out an hour of torture.”

Max moves silently behind me with his gun trained at the hiding spot between the twin beds.

“Jasper? This is no way for this to end, after all we’ve been through. Are you going to go down like a coward, whimpering under the bed?”

“Fuck you, Rossi.” The tip of his blonde head appears over the mattress, along with the muzzle of a gun. Max locks on it, but I wave him off. A shot to the head is too quick a death for this pezzo di merda. He put Maisy through years of suffering, and he deserves at least a few hours of torture. “Why’d you have to have her? Of all the women, why my Maisy?”

“Because you didn’t deserve her,” I bark. “You took her for granted, you verbally and physically abused her. She’s an angel, and she sure as fuck didn’t deserve a husband like you.”

“Oh, and you’re so much better?” His sinister laugh claws at my insides. “The brutal mob boss who stalked her for months?”

“I’m trying.”

“That’s comical.”

“Come out here and face me like a man,” I growl.

“Nope, I think I’m good down here. You start shooting and the security guard will be here in minutes.”

“You overestimate the hotel security. You’ll be nothing but broken bones, and I’ll be long gone by the time they get here, bastardo.”

“I’ll take my chances.” He has the balls to point the pistol in my direction.

I’m done with this asshole. I throw Max a barely perceptible nod, and I lunge.

A shot goes off, and Jasper lets out a curse. Max is my driver by choice; he used to be a sniper in another life. The bullet sails right through Jasper’s hand, and he drops the pistol as I pummel into him.

With a bloodied hand and whimpering curses, he attempts to fight me off, but it’s no use. Unadulterated rage flows through my system, feeding the monster I keep locked up tight. After months with this guy on the loose, I’ll finally be able to breathe without worrying about Maisy’s safety. I straddle the fucker and rain down a hailstorm of punches until blood pours from a dozen lacerations, and his eyes are swollen shut.

“I’ve already shown Maisy what it’s like to be with a real man, Jasper. I’ve had her coming on my cock all night long, something you could never do.”

His eyes glaze over, but he still hisses a curse. “Fuck you, Rossi. Allowing you into my life all those months ago was the worst decision I’d ever made.”

“Maybe, but it was the best thing you could’ve done for your ex-wife.”

“Yeah ex, just remember whose cock filled her cunt first.” A grin splits his bloodied lip, and rage rips through my soul. “I took her virginity. She’ll never forget that.”

“Oh, trust me, she already has.” I pull a switchblade from my pocket, and his eyes widen in terror. “But just to be sure, let’s cut off that cock for daring to defile what’s mine.”

“No…”

“You’re not going to need it where you’re going anyway.” A wicked smile curls my lips as I drag the blade across the button of his jeans, and they fall open.

“No!” His shriek echoes across the room. “Please, don’t.”

“Did Maisy beg? How many times did you make her cry when you degraded her? Do you even have any idea?”

“I didn’t!”

I drag the blade’s lethal tip over his briefs and a line of blood coats the white cotton. “You’re a fucking liar.”

“Son of a bitch,” he cries out. “I’m sorry, okay?” Sweat beads across his forehead. “Please! Don’t do this! I never meant to hurt her; sometimes things got out of hand.”

“It’s not me you need to apologize to, it’s Maisy.”

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