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“Get over here, you little, fucking bitch.” His voice was thickly accented and as ugly as he was.
On instinct, I took a step back, not realizing I’d done the act until the watch dog came forward, his eyes narrowing, his lips pulling back to showcase his teeth.
Although they were straight and white, they seemed sharp. Like a shark. Like a predator.
He said something harsh and guttural in a foreign language. Italian.
“You stupid fucking whore. I don’t know what he sees in you.”
His voice sent hard shivers down the length of my spine, and I took another step back. Then one more.
I was about to throw this fucking lamp at him and hopefully buy myself some time so I could get away.
Matteo was dangerous, more so than this man. But where Matteo was a quiet storm that destroyed, this brute was a hurricane. He wanted everyone to know he was coming.
I could see the violence in his eyes. He got off on it. Of that, I was sure.
He charged forward, and just as I turned, I felt him wrap his big hand around my hair, yanking me back hard enough that I screamed.
I reached behind with the hand not holding the lamp, instinctively trying to ease the pressure and pain.
He kept speaking in Italian, words that I didn’t understand but ones I knew were nasty.
As I felt tears from the discomfort slide down my cheeks, survival kicked in. With my hand wrapped around his meaty wrist, I turned and used all my strength to swing the lamp up.
It clipped him on the side of the throat hard enough I heard him grunt from the impact and loosen his hold on me.
He cursed something ugly and low under his breath, and I used his momentary lapse of surprise to wiggle away from him, the lamp crashing to the floor. I heard the bulb break, and when I stepped back, shards dug into the bottom of my foot.
But I felt nothing aside from the need to survive.
I only got one step before he grabbed my nape and dug his fingers into my flesh. His hand was like a vise, locked around me so tightly I expected him to crush my spine.
“Stupid, fucking, little girl.” He slammed me hard against the wall and leaned in close, snarling, “When the boss is done with you, I’m gonna fuck you raw. I don’t even care that he’ll use you up. I’ll gladly take his sloppy seconds and tear you up—”
I was staring up into his eyes when I saw them widen a fraction as if something shocked him. Then it was the warm wetness that covered my face and neck that I registered.
My ears rang after, followed by a massive weight landing against my body before sliding down and dropping at my feet.
I couldn’t breathe as I was looking at a corpse.
My mouth dropped open as I gazed into his lifeless face, his dead eyes locked on me. There was an entrance bullet wound at his temple, and on the other side of the exit wound, the bullet lodged in the wall right beside me.
I looked down at myself, seeing the blood covering me. There was so much of the viscous, red liquid dripping down my face, across my chest, and landing on my bare feet.
I heard footsteps coming closer, but it was distant, as if I were underwater, wading through a thickness that was suffocating.
It tried to pull me further down.
“Oh God,” I breathed out. “You could have hit me,” I heard myself saying and stared at Matteo. He had an unreadable expression on his face.
“Baby girl, you think I don’t know how to kill a man with one shot?”
I blinked. He stood on the other end of the hall, a gun in hand and pressed to his side, the tip pointing to the ground.
I could imagine smoke billowing out after he shot…after he blew this asshole’s brains out.
“You killed him,” I said in a monotone voice, stating the damn obvious as I stared down at the body.
