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I turn my attention back to Luke and mirror the cut on his other arm, relishing in the sound of his screams as the blade glides through his flesh. Fuck. I can almost see why Tommy loves this shit so much.
Blood coats my hands, and I stare down at the crimson on his skin before using the fucker’s shirt to wipe it off. Who fucking knows if this asshole has any diseases?
That thought has a fresh wave of rage beating down on me. He probably didn’t use protection. He could have given Mia anything. It’s a fucking miracle her blood work came back clear, not an STD in sight, but I’m sure he didn’t know he was clean when he took her against her will.
I shove the anger down. I’m not ready for this to end yet.
“We won’t take the job. We’ll walk away and you can take it,” David continues to bargain.
“You can’t kill everyone who picks up the job. Kyle is fucking crazed to get the whore back,” Luke spits.
“Watch me.” A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and I don’t need to look in a mirror to know I look crazed. I feel it deep in my gut.
He keeps his eyes on me as I run the knife over his hand, not putting enough pressure to cut him, but making sure he remains still from fear I’ll cut his fingers off. He can only hope that’s all I’m going to remove from his scummy ass today.
I turn his palm over, roughly moving him into position despite how tight the ropes are around his wrists. The angry red marks the bindings have left bring me a sick amount of satisfaction.
I press the knife into his palm, slicing it toward his fingers. His screams only egg me on as I carefully cut my way up each finger.
The symphony of screams settles the part of me that wants to tear these men limb from fucking limb for how they hurt Mia.
I lean back on my haunches and admire my handiwork. Pun totally intended. Violent red runs down his arm, and when I meet his eyes, I see the emotion I crave.
Fear.
I want these assholes to be fucking terrified when they take their last breath.
I don’t want them to know another second of peace in their miserable fucking lives.
“You’re fucking sick,” Luke snarls, but it’s missing some of the bravado from before I started. He hasn’t lost nearly enough blood to pass out, but it will be starting to weaken him, taking away some of his fight.
I nod, a smile pulling up the corners of my lips. “And what you did to Mia wasn’t?” I ask with a raised brow.
David watches me for a moment as understanding dawns on him. “You’re not doing this to remove us from the race to return her…”
I shake my head slowly. “No, I’m doing this because you deserve to die a slow, painful death for what you did to my woman.”
I plunge the knife through David’s hand, the first time I’ve touched him since I walked through the door, and his screams are so fucking sweet I can barely handle them.
Three hours and a whole lot of blood later, and I’m strolling back into the penthouse feeling more settled than I have since Mia told me what those assholes did to her. There’s still a long list of people for me to kill, but it feels fucking good to cross off a couple of them.
I stopped off at my apartment to shower and change, not wanting to risk Mia seeing me covered in blood. Given all she’s been through, I don’t think she’d cope well with that.
As soon as I step foot out of the elevator, the atmosphere feels wrong. I rush into the open space and spot Emerson sitting on the couch with Mia’s head in her lap, her fingers moving through her hair comfortingly.
Rayne is out on the balcony, shouting something into his phone. What the fuck happened?
I step toward Emerson, but when she catches sight of me, she shakes her head slowly and nods toward her husband. Mia’s asleep, small whimpers filling the room, and my entire body screams at me to go to her, to pluck her out of Emerson’s arms, and to protect her from whatever has upset her, but instead I step onto the balcony and close the door quietly behind me.
“About time you got back,” he snaps.
“What the fuck happened?”
He shoves his phone into his pocket, and I’m not even certain he was finished on his call before he ended it. “Something happened at the youth center.”
I look back into the apartment, my view of Mia obstructed by the couch, but surely someone would have called me if she was hurt…right?
“She’s okay,” he assures me. “Some kid was told to deliver this to Mia while Emerson and I were distracted.”
