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“I don’t know about that,” I say quietly, just as Dante shoves the butt of his gun into the side of the guard’s head with immense force.
Before he can fall, Dante catches his slumped-over body and lays him on the floor. Then, he shoves his blade directly into the man’s heart before yanking it out and wiping it clean with the guard’s own handkerchief.
The immense gratificationI have the moment I shove the blade into the poor bastard’s chest fills me with a sense of satisfaction that can only come from revenge. The sweet feeling of the blade breaking through skin, flesh, and muscle. Piercing the beating heart of one of my enemies, sucking the life from him with just one simple movement—it’s unrivaled.
After I’ve finished wiping my blade clean, I toss the handkerchief down onto the man’s body as he gurgles out his final breaths, blood slipping down from mumbling lips as his eyes dart back and forth like a ping-pong ball, his nerves having one last dance.
“Jesus Christ,” Giana whispers, looking from the man to me. “I’m never going to get over this, am I?”
It surprises me… This, coming from the woman who murdered her own flesh and blood.
“These men deserve all this and more,” she rectifies as her lips twist into a frown. “But feeling that way and actually being the one to kill them… It’s two very different things,” she says. “Gabriel Jr. terrorized me for longer than I can even remember. He may have been blood, but it was easier…”
The look on her face is quickly erased as I right myself, and she follows suit. Whatever she’s currently feeling, be it dismay or fright, she’s blocking it all out so we can continue on.
She’s strong as fuck. I’ll give her that.
And somehow, she’s even more fucking beautiful in this moment.
Her features mirror mine, determination taking hold of her, mixing with her adrenaline to get the job done.
She was made for this life, after all, whether she wants to admit that or not.
I quietly descend the stairs once more, latching onto her cold palm and pulling her with me. We can handle the last guard on this floor in one of two ways.
One will be much cleaner.
The other will be less noisy.
I opt for the latter and signal to my woman.
“One more,” I mouth to her, pushing my forehead against hers. Savoring her smell, her touch.
Things that calm me even in the most fucked-up of situations. It’s dangerous. Deadly. But it’s so fucking pure and unexpected. She’s it for me. And if I fucked this up, if what I’ve done is too much for her to handle…I don’t know how I’ll let her go.
Actually, it’s simple.
I won’t.
Dark thoughts, thoughts of chaining her to my fucking bed so she can’t escape, cloud my mind as Giana nods.
“Let me do it,” she mouths, and I immediately shake my head. “He won’t suspect me. I’ll catch him off guard, and then you can come up once he’s down.”
Her voice is barely a whisper against my ear, sending a shiver throughout my body. Even in a time like this, my cock strains against my fucking pants, begging for her.
She motions to the knife I gave her, and I rethink my choice minutes too late, unsure if I’ve handed her a death sentence.
I shake the thought from my mind. I’m right fucking here. I’m not letting another woman die because of me. Giana is mine to protect, and I’d rather die than let anything happen to her.
She holds the knife behind her back and saunters away from me. I position myself in such a way that I can see just enough of the man as his eyes lock onto hers, greed and hunger seeping from his stare. He doesn’t take his eyes off her, so my position is safe. For now.
“What’re you doing back down here, miss?” he asks, leaning backward against the door. “Where’s Jensen?”
He looks around her in anticipation of seeing his friend, and I dart back around the corner.
“He’s upstairs, but I wanted to run back down for you…” she says, a sultry tone to her voice.
Not even a beat later, I hear a small scuffle, and I’m around the corner in a flash as she holds the knife to his neck. She’s shorter, so much shorter. But he obeys with his life on the line. I’m not naïve, though. All it would take is one swift movement from him, and the roles will be reversed.
