Then the hit.
A hard slam into the rear quarter panel. Metal shrieking as their vehicle fishtailed across the asphalt. Another hit. Harder. Sending them spinning off the road, flipping end over end until the SUV landed in a twisted wreck of glass and steel.
I could see it so clearly it almost felt real.
Marco crawling out of the wreck. Luca staggering beside him.
And me walking toward them through the smoke.
I’d disable them both, quickly and efficiently. Then, drag their broken bodies into my vehicle and drive them straight to the workshop.
That's when the real fun would begin.
The fantasy sharpened, turning darker the longer I let it play out.
The first cut would be Marco’s nipples. Two slices would cleanly remove them from his body.
Payment for Lena’s mutilated left breast.
Luca would be next. Long, deliberate slices carved across his back, opening the skin in measured lines.
Payment for Lena’s scarred back.
And for my mother, I’d take both their tongues.
Marco had silenced her when she screamed out after finding the dead omega girl, murdered, laying on his bedroom floor. I would return the favor.
And once that debt was settled, once the past had been properly paid for, I would indulge the rest of my rage.
I’d take their limbs.
One at a time.
Carefully.
Keeping both men alive for as long as possible.
As my rage simmered, vibrating through the air, I looked back at Lena.
I expected her to start crying or panicking, so I turned, ready to wake Knox. That was his territory, not mine. My twin was the one who knew how to handle tears and fear.
But that wasn’t her reaction.
Instead of tears, Lena stepped forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
I went still.
“Lena,” I said, pulling back a fraction. “It’s okay. Marco has no clue we're here. You're safe.”
She shook her head.
My eyes narrowed.
“You don’t have to—”
She grabbed the front of my shirt before I could finish.
“Getting back… at him,” she said, forcing the words out.
