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This shit had been going on for too long; I was like a jittery fucking addict waiting for his next hit.
My finger twitched at the trigger of my gun.
If only Romano were here.
Fuck, I wouldn’t kill him on sight; I’d take him with me so I could keep him like a fucking toy that needed to be played with daily. Pull that fucker out every hour and give him some King love. The kind of love my father taught me.
Once inside, I led the way to the back corner room, meeting the two other teams of men who’d entered at different access points. Darkness blanketed the building, the only light spilling from the back like Zane had predicted.
Devil, Kick, and Hyde locked eyes on me. Without pausing for even one fucking second, I stormed through the door and opened fire the minute my gaze landed on the first of Romano’s motherfuckers.
Surprise rolled across his face before terror as he took in my gun. I zeroed in on that terror, feeding the craving that lived deep in my soul. Satisfaction filled my veins exactly like the addict I was, and every instinct I had for death and torture roared to life in a way it never had before.
There will be a bloodbath here today.
I’d been shutting my shit down for far too fucking long.
Keeping a tight fucking rein on my crazy.
No more.
I would allow every impulse I had to take over and run its course. And when the chips fell wherever they did, I would pick those fuckers up and do it all over again with the next enemy on my motherfucking list.
The sound of gunfire filled the room, mine leading the way. There had to be twenty guys in here, some cutting coke, some counting cash, some watching over the operation. That they only had four guards on the building—the two where we’d entered, and two more at other points—told me whoever Romano had left in charge didn’t know his ass from his elbow. With this kind of shit going on in here, I would have blanketed the building with protection.
We were thirty to their twenty, and we had the element of surprise. But while I didn’t think much of whoever was running this show, I had to give it to them—they were ready enough for an invasion like this. Guns swiftly appeared, and we had to react fast to avoid bullets. That only sparked my mania.
My mind disconnected from everything but the task at hand.
Kill.
Annihilate.
Ruin.
The carnage surrounding me stoked the fire of hate burning deep inside me.
Romano had kept me down for long enough; I was back on my fucking feet now.
Give me all you’ve got, motherfuckers.
“King!”
My gaze sliced to where Kick pointed, and I roared with rage as I eyed one of our men going down. A moment later, I had my arm hooked around the neck of Romano’s guy who was about to bring his blade down on my man.
Squeezing tight, I snarled, “You ever felt the cut of a knife, cunt?”
He thrashed against my body trying to break free of my hold. “Fuck you, asshole!”
I jerked him against me again, making sure I choked some of the life from him. “It hurts for sure, but I’m not here just to deliver some fucking hurt. I’m going to sink that blade into your body and twist and dig the fuck out of your insides until your screams are burned into my brain. And until you’re eyeballs roll back and you’re dreaming of hell because even it’d be better than meeting me.”
“Do your fucking best,” he managed to get out as I shoved him to the ground.
Dropping my gun, I ripped the knife from his hand as our eyes locked. I bent over him and sliced his shirt down the middle. I needed to see the blood drain from his body. Needed that seared into my brain. Romano wasn’t here, but I would take what I required from this motherfucker. And what I fucking required was to channel every ounce of my fury and pain into making someone else hurt like I did.
I plunged the blade into his chest. The kind of rush a junkie would do anything for surged through me. But it wasn’t enough.
The second thrust of the blade sparked a disconnect between my mind and my humanity.
