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“Fucking hell, woman. You want me to send Ivan Levkin a heart that is basically saying fuck you?”
She gives me the biggest grin I’ve ever seen and giggles. “Is that too much?”
I shake my head, laughing. “Sebastian, hand me the knife.”
Her eyes dilate and her eyebrows go up. “Wait!” she cries, panicking.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, wondering if I’ll ever understand this woman.
“I may want it done, Marco, but I didn’t say I wanted to watch,” she mutters. “That’s disgusting.” She scrunches up her face as if she’s imagining what I’m going to do. Shit if that doesn’t make me laugh harder this time. It takes me a minute to get myself under control before I can respond.
“Okay, Princess. Elias can take you back topside but since you’re here, I have a question.”
“What’s that?”
“I need to know what hand he used to hit you with.”
“His right one,” she confirms. “Why?”
“Because that’s the one I was already planning on cutting off. Now, I’ll just make sure I make use of the finger, too.”
She grins at me. Helena fucking grins at me. Jesus.
“Okay, sweetheart, but hurry. I want to talk about our wedding. I want rid of the Kratos name. I’m actually thinking we could get married tomorrow and then have a family ceremony later, when Melina and the baby can travel freely.”
I listen to her, but I do it while realizing that this woman is everything I’ve ever needed in my life. Hell, she’s more than I could have ever imagined. Helena makes him feel normal and alive. Even now, knowing what I’ve done and what I will continue doing, she’s looking at me as if I hung the moon. For her, I would do it, too. I would find a way to do that very thing if she asked. For my Princess, I would do anything.”
“Ena, go upstairs, strip naked, and wait for me on our bed. I want you open to me just how I like and waiting. Understand?”
Her eyes go round, and I don’t miss the tremble that moves over her beautiful body. Then her lips deepen into a smoldering smile that I feel in my cock. She’ll grin.
She steps into me and leans up to whisper in my ear. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathes and now it’s my time to tremble with hunger. God this woman undoes me.
I stand there as she walks away with Elias feeling things that I can’t even begin to decipher. Sebastian brings me a knife and I take it, barely able to tear my eyes away from where only a second before Helena disappeared.
“Fuck,” Gio says. “I hope I can find a woman just like her.”
“Sorry, brother. There’s only one Helena and I’m not giving her up,” I mutter. I walk over to Zervas, grabbing a rubber glove of the small wooden table by him. Once I do this, I use the knife to slice of half of his ball sack, letting it drop to the floor. Zervas groans, but he can’t do much more than that. With the blood he’s losing, he’s a short timer anyway. I kick the flesh across the floor to my brother. “Take that to the incinerator and dispose of it separately,” I mutter to Gio.
“Damn it. I don’t want to touch that shit,” he snaps.
Sebastian starts laughing. “Are you squeamish, brother? You can always use a dirty rag or a plastic bag.”
“Fuck you,” Gio mutters, but he grabs one of the rags they’ve been using.
I dismiss them from my mind and turn back to Zervas. His head is down. I’m pretty sure he’s just passed out, but there is the disappointing possibility that he’s already dead. I slap him in the face, a few times, hard. “Are you still with me, asshole?” He doesn’t lift his head or open his one good eye, but I’m pretty sure that’s beyond him at this point. He does whimper and I suppose that’s good enough. “I warned you what would happen if you touched my woman,” I remind the dumbass. “Now, I’m in a hurry because I’m going to go fuck my woman and celebrate the fact that you’re no longer breathing the same air as us. So, I’m going to do you a favor and end you quickly. Just to show you that what you did is still pissing me off, however, I’m going to make it really hurt.”
I put the knife down on the table and look over at Sebastian.
“I need the sledgehammer.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows go up in surprise, but he fetches it. I grip it in my hands and flex them against the handle. I aim and lightly tap at Zervas’ wrist. Then, I draw it back and swing it hard. Zervas tries to scream. I know he is, but the sound is raw and kind of quiet.
I ignore that and do the same thing again and again—and again. When I finish, secure in the knowledge the bones won’t be a hindrance into cutting his hand off, I put the hammer down and go back to slapping Zervas on the face again.
