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Sex God Keller
Go to bed Princess, sweet dreams of me x
I quickly type out a reply, chuckling at the name he’s given himself in my contacts.
Me
Night Sex God, thank you again for tonight. I hope you have sweet dreams of me too xx
He responds immediately
Sex God Keller
There is nothing sweet about the dreams I’ll be having about you Princess *winky face*. Now sleep x
I shoot a quick text to Maddie to let her know I’m home. Unzipping my dress and letting it pool on the floor, I drop myself back onto the bed, grabbing the nearest cushion to cuddle as I fall asleep, thoughts of Keller dancing on my mind as I drift off.
CHAPTER7
KELLER
After leaving Sienna, I drove straight to Dante’s restaurant, Rico’s, over in Brooklyn. It’s safe to say he won’t be speaking out of turn for a long fucking time. Try the rest of his life.
Luca wanted me to deliver a message to the rest of the mob and so I fucking did. Dante was just unlucky that I had rage burning inside me, needing to be released. Anger that should have been inflicted on Jamie.
Pushing open the wooden restaurant door, the chipped red paint scrapes off under my fingers. The chattering of Italian, and laughing, goes dead. Four older men and Dante are perched at a wooden round table in the middle of the restaurant. Playing cards and dollars are scattered over the table. Cigar smoke clouds the air and as I harshly inhale, the toxic chemicals burn the back of my throat. Without a word, I stride over to the table, dragging out the white metal foldable seat. It scrapes across the uneven wooden flooring before I flip it around and straddle it. All eyes in the room are on me. Not a sound leaves their mouths, and each are looking like they have seen a ghost. Slowly, I empty the magazine of my gun, bronze bullets clinking one by one on the pine table we sit around. The only noise in the empty unit is water dripping second by second from the hole in the back corner. Slamming my now empty gun on the table so forcefully the bullets jump in the air, I notice no one so much as flinches because they’re too scared to move.
They know why I’m here. They know who I am and who sent me.
Picking up a single bullet between my thumb and index finger, without saying a word, I hold it up for them all to see.Then thrusting the bullet between my fingers into Dante’s chest.
“Swallow,” I command.
“What, no.” His voice trembles.
“I won’t repeat myself again. Swallow,” I demand without hesitation.
He really doesn’t want to piss me off tonight.
Slowly, he retrieved the bullet from between my fingers. I can feel a slight shake as he does. His eyes are wide, pleading for a way out.
Well, he isn’t getting one.
Lifting the bullet, he holds it between his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.Snatching the shiny metal blade from my sock, I put it up against his carotid artery just on the left of his neck. With slight pressure, it digs in enough for the sharp blade to break the layers of skin and crimson starts to slowly drip.
That seemed to give him the motivation to get on with my command. The bullet enters his mouth as he swallows. A cough stutters as the bullet makes its journey down his throat.
I loosened the pressure of the knife against his neck. His body sags slightly at the relief.
Picking up another bullet, I thrust it into his face, his eyes wide.
“Again.”
His so-called friends watch on in horror.
Quicker this time, he grabs the bullet and swallows it, holding in the gagging as it penetrates his insides.
“Good. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
