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I reluctantly step to the side and let her face down her tormentor.

Emily

“Princess, please,”my uncle begs, his tied hands lifting toward me. He’s on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I could not have asked for a more beautiful sight.

“Please, babygirl, you can go. You can do whatever you want. I promise I won’t be mad.”

“What a relief,” I grit. I lift my foot and drive it into his chest, sending him to the floor with a thump.

“You know, I really thought I would’ve wanted to hear you beg, but I’d rather hear you scream.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t mean that. Youknowyou don’t mean that.”

“Victor.” I look over my shoulder to see Victor with a sinister smile, clearly enjoying himself. “Get the machete.”

Victor’s jaw drops, and his eyes light up. “Oh shiiiit.” He looks at Blade just to confirm, but Blade’s eyes are on me. Victor turns and runs from the room, a skip in his step.

“What?” Gordon asks, his face flushing “Do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing? You’re getting yourself killed right now!” He shifts on his back and throws his eyes behind me. “Every last one of you have signed your death warrants, do you understand me?”

I give Gordon a disgusted look, then I walk to his nightstand and tug the shade off the lamp. I jerk it from the wall and carry it over to Gordon, ignoring the nonsense spewing from his mouth.

I bring the lamp down on his midsection, and the bulb busts, several pieces piercing his gut.

The scream that comes from him is barely human.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” I yell, crashing the lamp down on him again and again. Blood soaks his blue, silk pajamas, and I get an idea. My eyes widen, and I look at the sharp edges of the bulb, then at my uncle’s crotch.

I rear back the lamp as far as I can and spear it into his genitals. His mouth opens and his eyes twitch with pain his brain doesn’t seem to be able to comprehend. I lift the lamp up and see blood, lots of it. It soaks into the carpet. Gordon’s face pales, and I worry he might be bleeding out, but he’s still whimpering.

My breaths are heavy, a manic kind of pleasure pumping my lungs as I stand over him. I’ve forgotten there are others in the room, so when someone touches my hand, I flinch and fling my head their way. Blade stands with a machete in his hand, and he gently places the handle in my palm. The look in his eyes is carnal, like he wants to fuck me right here and now. There’s one thing that’s unmistakable swirling in his green irises, and it’s the same thing that saved my life weeks ago.

Respect. So much respect.

I grip the handle tightly, and Blade lifts Gordon to his knees, He holds him up by his hair and positions himself as far away from Gordon’s body as he can get.

I pull back the machete, baseball bat style, and Gordon’s eyes widen just before I take the first swing.

Blood sprays when his neck splits. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to get a breath.

I strike him again, and then harder. Blood paints my face, and I taste it in my mouth. I scream as I chop at my uncle and purge myself of all the pain he’s caused.

I don’t stop until his body falls to the floor and Blade holds Gordon’s head up, his dead eyes staring back at me.

Exhaustion comes over my body, and I let the machete fall to the carpet. I sway, and Blade drops Gordon’s head to right me before I fall. Blood covers the both of us, but it doesn’t stop us from crashing our lips together and kissing more passionately than we ever have.

A whistle breaks through our moment, and I pull back, smiling, and look over my shoulder at Victor, who claps. He’s grinning while Settimo stands there looking at us like we’re insane.

“Match made in heaven,” Victor says, laughing.

Settimo can’t help but chuckle at that, and he runs his hands through his hair. “I have to agree.”

Blade takes my hands and smiles at me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“I’m gonna go get the broad,” Victor says before leaving.

My aunt.

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