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“You are so fucking strong, little lamb. You’ll see. There’s a fucking savage inside of you. I can feel it as real as I feel my own.”
He places the handle of the knife in my hand and wraps his hand over mine. “Show them how fucking powerful you are when you aren’t tied to a bed and defenseless. Show them the darkness they have unleashed inside of you.”
His hand wrapped firmly over mine, he walks us both to the center of the table. With his free hand, he grabs Guillermo’s balls and pulls them taut with such force that he howls in pain. Raf places a soft kiss on my temple before resting the knife firmly against the thin skin connecting Guillermo’s sac to his body.
Guillermo thrashes in fear causing the serrated blades to nick his flesh. Pressing into the wound, Rafael saws the teeth of the knife through his skin. Blood splatters over both our hands while Guillermo’s gurgling and pained screams fill the apartment as we slowly castrate him.
I expected to be squeamish—or disgusted—by the grotesque task at hand. But I’m not. Not in the least. Every jagged pull of the knife through Guillermo’s skin gives me back a small piece of what he took from me.
“Let it out, little lamb,” Raf whispers in my ear as we continue to saw through the last of his skin.
Opening my mouth, a scream pours from my lungs. I close my eyes and let it go. Pain, anger, despair, rage, hopelessness, and a thousand indescribable emotions spew from me at once as I roar until I am breathless and tears roll down my cheeks.
Fuck, that’s better than therapy.
Guillermo lies motionless on the table when I open my eyes. Motionless, but based on the blood still pumping between his thighs, he’s not dead yet.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jorge cries as he gags on his own vomit, some of which is currently dripping down his chest. “I’m fucking sorry. So fucking sorry.”
“Were you sorry when you raped me?” I stalk toward him with the bloody knife still in my hand. “When you passed me around to your friends?”
“I’m fucking sorry, Lucia,” he cries before begging us to spare him. Rafael doesn’t respond to him, and I know that the decision is entirely my own.
Standing beside his chair, I pause to relish the change of our power dynamic. He’s beneath me, bound, and hopeless while I tower over him with all of the power. With the ability to take whatever I want from him.
Leaning closer, I meet his eyes, which are full of despair, and stare into them as I respond to his pleas, “Because you’re so sorry, I’ll show you the same mercy that you showed me.”
Breaking eye contact with him, I turn to Raf. “Make it slow and painful.”
Raf pulls the chef’s knife from the table and crosses the distance between the two of them. Without hesitation, he slides the knife horizontally across Jorge’s stomach below his navel. Quick. Deep. The contents of his gut spilling to his feet, and he’s helpless to stop it. The cries of pain quickly turn to those of desperation, and he begins to pray for forgiveness. Forgiveness he’ll have hours to beg for.
Forgiveness no righteous God would ever give him.
Raf digs through the discarded clothes on the floor until he finds a cellphone. While he takes a photo of both men and texts it to Hector, I rummage through drawers to find a pen and paper.
Scribbling my message, I leave it on the table at Guillermo’s feet just beyond the puddle of congealing blood.
See you soon, Hector. –Your wife
thirty-two
RAFAEL
Any thoughts I had about Lucia being unlike any woman I have ever met before were solidified in that apartment.
They thought she was small, weak, and disposable. They were so fucking wrong.
She’s a formidable fucking force, and they will all rue the day that they dared to cross her. She doesn’t need me to seek her vengeance. No, my little lamb is more than capable of making every last one of them pay.
Speeding through busy streets and away from the bloody massacre we left for Hector, I head to the outskirts of the city to a small motel. The type of place you pay in cash and are faceless to the man behind the desk.
The kind of place we can hide until it’s time to end this.
One bloody hand on the wheel and the other staining the thigh of her pants, we drive in silence. I’m so fucking mesmerized by her that I can barely focus on the road before us.
After getting a key from the front office, I park the car behind the building so it’s not visible from the street. Both of us climbing from the car, “I’m so fucking proud of you,” I praise her as I slip my stained fingers into hers and squeeze her hand as we walk to our room. Finally touching her skin, it takes every bit of self-control not to have her body on mine against the side of this building.
Stepping inside and closing the door, I can’t fight it anymore. After dropping the keys at my feet, I fist the back of her shirt and pull her back into my chest with a thud. I wrap my arms around her and knead at her tits as I sink my teeth into the crook of her neck.
