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I risk a look back at Dante before focusing on the guard.
“Thank God it’s you,” I say to the guard, watching as Dante’s brows furrow. I look back at the guard. “Wedding day jitters, I guess.”
“You better get in your dress, miss. Ceremony starts in fifteen.”
The man in front of me is nothing but trash. A woman beater. He’s just as awful as my father.
Someone I shouldn’t care about taking down to get out of here.
And I don’t.
Something snapped in me when I killed Gabriel. Like my “give a fuck” for these fucking monsters disguised as men is now broken.
“Maybe you could come in and talk to me for a few. I’m so lonely.” I play up the sad-girl act by pouting my lips and batting my lashes. If he notices my makeup is messed up, he doesn’t care. “I can’t imagine only being with one man for the rest of my life…”
The guard looks at me, finally understanding what I’m hinting at.
I wouldn’t touch this greasy fool with a ten-foot pole. Not after what I’ve witnessed him do to countless staff members and even his own wife at one of my father’s parties. He doesn’t need to know that, though.
The guard steps forward, glancing around the floor with his hands tucked behind his back. A smile spreads out across his face. He’s got a mole the size of a penny on his cheek, and there’s tiny little hairs growing from it. His face looks oily, like he hasn’t showered in weeks, and his uniform only accentuates a pronounced beer belly.
“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, Ms. Amato?” He takes another step forward and adjusts his cock in his pants, growing hard from just the thought of getting to touch me.
Sick pervert.
This man saw me when I was in diapers, for fuck’s sake. He’s been in my life as long as I can remember.
He deserves what’s about to happen.
He deserves all of it and more.
I beckon the guard through the doorway, enticing him with my stare and turning around so he can get a look at my ass in these yoga pants.
Makes me sick, but it’s worth it.
The moment he steps foot through the door, Dante pounces. In milliseconds, he has the guard by the neck, cutting off his air supply and his ability to call for help with his belt.
“You fat fucking slob,” Dante whispers into the guard’s ear as he struggles against him.
He outweighs Dante by a ton, but Dante’s muscles are incomparable to his. This man has grown lax with age, and it’s about to be his undoing.
“You really think you’d ever have a goddamn chance with what’s mine?”
The man tries to shake his head, his eyes bulging out of his skull as his face turns a plum shade of purple. He gurgles as his eyes start to roll back in his head.
Dante only tightens his grip on the belt. “Where are the rest of the guards posted? You tell me, and I’ll think about letting you live.”
He’s going to let him live?
I didn’t take Dante as the type who would allow loose ends.
Dante loosens the belt just enough for the man to squeak out that there’s two on the second floor guarding Santiago’s room.
Then, he glances down at where his watch wraps around his wrist, the guard thrashing and making it hard for him to read the time, I assume. But then, as he quickly looks back up at me and speaks, I realize he doesn’t give a shit about the time.
“I think that’s enough time to think about letting him live, don’t you, kitten?”
Before I can agree, in one swift motion, Dante snaps the guard’s neck. The sickening noise when the fragile bones break sounds like a tree trunk being split in half by lightning.
