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TATUM
Istared down at Grigore in the dark gloom of his bedroom, my knife to his throat. His security system was top-notch, so it took some doing to get through it. In the end, I had to make a call to Luca to help disable it from New York.
But here I was, the monster in the shadows, ready to finish this job. After the Summer of Blood, as consilier, I didn’t have to do much of the dirty work, but staring down at Grigore, I realized I didn’t mind it too much. Brought me back to my roots. Reminded me of where I came from. The bottom.
I smacked Grigore on both cheeks till he startled awake and instantly froze the moment he felt the cold blade of the knife against his jugular.
“You thought you could fuck with me, motherfucker? You thought you could get revenge on Alex and the brothers through me? Use me like a filthy whore and then let Alex do the dirty work for you, hmm?”
I felt the slight movement of the knife as his Adam’s apple moved up and down.
I shook my head, tsking him. “You dumb fuck, rule number one to any plan of revenge: make sure to kill the target yourself, Grigore. No one teach you about loose ends?” I jeered. “Word to the wise, never leave any loose ends.” I paused. “Oh, wait, that lesson’s come too late for you.”
“Fuck you, you piece of shit Lupu trash. You’ve been cast out like the mongrel dog you are. I spit on you and your family,” he sneered.
“Big words for a man about to die,” I taunted, pressing the knife deep enough to slice skin.
Blood oozed from the cut.
Hissing, Grigore pushed down into the mattress, but I kept the pressure steady to remind him who was in control. It wasn’t so easy to trash talk once you realized the man holding a knife to your throat was willing to use it. Idiot thought I’d dragged myself out here to threaten him. Miscalculation on his part. But then again, everything had been a miscalculation from the moment he thought he could use me.
“Yeah, so you’re going to murder me, and then what? Cause a war?” he taunted. “Because that’s what’s going to happen. Coming in here, on Hagi territory, and killing a consilier. Alex will kill you for creating this clusterfuck.”
I laughed, nice and long. “Who do you think ordered this?”
His eyes flared wide with fear.
“He wants you dead.”
Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows off the terrace I’d hopped onto, illuminating his expression. His gaze turned sharp and calculating as he pivoted in another direction.
“Don’t do it for him,” he argued. “The fucker rejected you. If you spare me, I’ll make sure you have a place here with the Hagi. We could use a smart man like you.”
I barked out a dark, humorless laugh. As if I would trust a man who’d ruined my life by stabbing me in the back. He must think me an idiot.
“So you could use me to learn everything you want about the Lupu clan to continue your vendetta? Might have considered your offer if I didn’t want to kill you myself so fucking badly. But if there was a pissing contest between Alex and me, I’d win by a long shot,” I assured him. “No, you’re not getting out of this.”
Back to his first argument, he nervously muttered, “If you touch a hair on my head, the Hagi will seek out who did it and will take vengeance on you. Clara, especially. She fucking loves me, sweet-tasting little thing—”
Possessiveness ripped through me. My brain exploded with fury, my knife pressing deep enough to cut him off with a frightened little whimper.
“Don’t you dare speak her name, much less talk about how she tastes, you fucking prick,” I thundered. My hand trembled with rage. Fear trickled down my spine. Had I goaded her to turn to this prick for comfort?
Praying I hadn’t, I spat out, “You have no fucking clue what she feels like, do you now? What her tight cunt feels like wrapped around your cock, all that snug, wet flesh massaging your shaft like a thousand tiny digits. Her nails scoring down your chest as she loses control. Her screams in your ear, so loud you could go deaf.”
Grigore’s face contorted and I saw my answer. For a moment, I was terrified I’d driven her into his arms. Seeing her car parked at his Malibu beach home on the tracking app, I had no idea how far I’d pushed her. Seemed like I’d made it in the nick of time.
“But I do,” I continued. “And you never will. I’m here to make sure of that.”
“She won’t ever take you back. She loathes you.”
I let out a derisive laugh. Of course, he was right. I’d hurt her, I’d shoved her away at a critical time, and Clara wasn’t a forgiving woman, but he sure as hell wasn’t a reliable source. I’d find out for myself how Clara felt, what she would or wouldn’t do, and go from there. And I had weapons of pleasure and pain in my arsenal. I was going after her, armed and dangerous.
I beat my fist on my chest, desperation tearing at my lungs. “Mine. She’s mine. You will never have her. Even if she doesn’t take me back, she’ll always and forever be mine.”
“If she was yours, what the fuck was she doing in my house this afternoon, huh?” he goaded.
“That ends today,” I bit out.
