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The young kid snarled at me. “I don’t think so, bitch.” Then he took two steps forward, stopping only when I put a bullet in his thigh that forced him to his knees.
“You stay there like a good little boy, and I’ll deal with you later.” Not that I had to worry. The way the kid was wailing, I knew it was the first bullet he’d ever taken. “I assume you recognize me?”
Dealio nodded. “Sadie motherfuckin’ Ashby.”
“That’s right.”
“Big fucking deal,” Casino growled. “You’ll bleed as easily as the next bitch, won’t you?”
I waved the gun at him. “Only one way to find out.”
He brandished a knife with a sadistic smile that told me exactly the kind of man he was.
“I’ll enjoy being the one to end you. But I’m gonna fuck you first.”
“You’ll certainly enjoy trying.” I waited until he was within arm’s reach to drive the serrated knife into his chest with a smile.
“I move pretty quick for an old lady, don’t I?”
The shocked gasp, the wide-eyed expression and the choking sound was his only reply.
“I know. I get that a lot. It’s the designer suits that confused simple-minded assholes like you.”
Dealio lunged forward, and Thomas put a bullet in one shoulder and then the other. “She’ll get to you soon enough.”
I sent Thomas a grateful smile and turned back to Casino, now on his knees, and removed the knife before plunging it deep. Again. And again. And again.
“You should have gone to the other side of the country. It would have taken me longer to find you.”
He choked again and spit up blood.
“Rot in hell, bitch,” he growled, and I slit his throat, his warm blood soothing my chilled skin.
“You won’t get away with this,” the young kid claimed from where he’d managed to hide.
“I will,” I told him and put a bullet in his head because his death wasn’t worth savoring.
“You, Dealio, your death will make me feel better.”
“Doing Rhymer’s bidding now, bitch?” His words came out labored, blood oozing from his shoulders.
“Nope. This is on me. And for those assholes you sent to kill me. And sweet, precious Polina. You were supposed to take care of her, instead, you set her up.”
“The bitch didn’t do her job. She knew the risk.”
And that was all the confirmation I needed. “She also thought you weren’t a total piece of shit, a lesson she had to learn the hard way.”
I stabbed the knife in his arm and sliced all the way down to the elbow.
“Fuck!” he screamed.
I smiled and let the pleasure of causing him pain wash over me. Soothe me. “I imagine what Polina went through was worse.”
“Yeah. It was.” There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes, but I ignored it. Fuck him and his emotions.
“Good. Time to return the favor.” I looked down at Dealio, but all I could see was what he’d done, the kids he sent to find me and what happened to Polina. With one foot to his chest, I pushed him down to his back and stuck a knife in one palm and then the other, his screams drowned out by the jukebox Thomas had turned on.
“Struggling will only make this more fun for me.”
“You’ll get what’s coming to you, bitch.”
“Maybe, but not today.”
With one quick jab, my knife ended his sorry life. Then I cut his t-shirt down the middle to reveal the Ace-King tattoo over his heart. Gently at first, I traced the tattoo with the tip of my knife. “And not by you.”
The tip broke his skin, and I took my time carving the tattoo, digging it out of his flesh the way they’d branded it onto Polina and so many other women.
I took my time and carved out every Black Jacks’ tattoo on his flesh, all eight of them. And shoved them in his mouth.
“Feel better?” Thomas’ whispered words sent a shiver down my spine, and I turned to him with a smile.
“I’m so fucking wet.”
Heat and affection darkened his gaze. “Yeah? It was fucking hot, Sadie. Watching you work like that.”
“Mmm, you liked that?”
He nodded and licked his lips, sliding a finger down my blood-stained face. “I did.”
“Show me.”
With a smile, Thomas spun me around and bent me over the closest table, barely a foot from Dealio’s cold dead eyes facing the sky, and yanked my slacks down. Then his.
And then his cock slid deep in one smooth thrust that shook me to my core. He held my neck down and pounded into me just the way I liked it, hard, fast, and deep, the sound of his grunts mixed with the sound of our flesh smacking together.
I closed my eyes and took every plunge, accepted every thrust of his cock. “Harder, Thomas. Fuck me.”
He gave me what I asked for, what I demanded, a hard and silent fuck.
