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“Too fucking late,” I whisper, the grating of his bone a fucking melody.

Blood stains his shirt as I grip the handle tighter, slicing down his chest. A blood-curdling scream roars through the air, along with metal flicking when I undo his belt.

“No,” he blubbers between seethes of pain. Tears, blood and snot coating his face. “Pl-please.”

I pull down his pants and underwear. Well, would you look at that. I was right.

I grip him, holding the knife to the base of his dick. “Hope you had some fun with it.”

I slowly begin sawing, the jagged knife shredding the tender flesh and muscle. He screams, trying to hunch over, gaze disorientated. Weak motherfucker is about to pass out.

Blood pools at our feet as I slice through and shove it onto the end of my knife. I grip his jaw, prying it open. I jam it into his throat and rip the knife out, slicing the edge of his mouth on the way.

Rome’s defeated, curled up body flashes in my mind as I drive the knife into Connor’s lower abdomen and rip it up to his rib cage.

I step back and Blade releases him.

Connor falls to the floor, choking and twitching, the remnants of his insides spilling out. My jaw pulses while I watch his life drain away, spreading further around him.

Rome can hate me or love me for this. I don’t fucking care. This piece of shit took away his choice and embarrassed him in front of millions.

Blood drips from my knife, disturbing the reflection staring back in the crimson pool.

Kieran’s gaze locks on me as I approach in the side mirror. “Miss me?” I tease through the open window, leaning against the passenger door.

He scrapes his hand across his black beard to rest his elbow against his door. “It’s been nice, actually.”

“How is he?”

He looks to Rome’s dark house further down the street. “I like him.”

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Calm down.” He reaches to the centre console, lifting a takeaway cup. “He brought me tea,” he lifts a container next, “and biscuits.”

“He knew you were watching him? You’re a shitty stalker.”

“I’ve moved the car occasionally, but he’s smart, and that lady across from him almost smashed the fucking windshield.”

I burst out laughing. “What did you do?”

“Nothing, except park near her house. She obviously isn’t aware you own a house in the neighbourhood.”

When I first discovered where Rome lived, I purchased the only available house within the gates under an alias. I needed access that wouldn’t have anyone questioning why I was suddenly tapping an access card when I wasn’t a resident. I was waiting for the right time to talk to Rome about giving the house to Kilah and Indie, but he seemed to want to keep them close, which is why I bought the beds.

Kieran groans, looking out the windshield. “Not again.”

I follow his gaze to the elderly woman approaching in a blue nightgown and robe.

I bite back my laugh, tapping the car. “I’ve got it. Run while you can.”

He doesn’t waste a second starting the car and taking off down the road.

I swipe back my hood, meeting her halfway. Putting on my good boy smile, I nod. “Evening, ma’am.”

Her blue eyes narrow. “Who was that bloody wanker?”

“A friend. He’s just looking out for Rome.”