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Luca’s nostrils flared as if he wanted to say something, but he clenched his jaw and looked away.
I slammed the blade right under Derek’s ribs, knowing I only had seconds before he died. He gurgled, struggled fruitlessly, and as I leaned in and stared into Derek’s eyes, I smiled slowly as I watched the life leave him.
Derek made one last desperate plea for life, a sharp inhale of breath, and then he was gone. Logan made an inaudible sound, one a wounded animal would make when it knew it was about to die.
I turned my attention to him and said in a low voice, “You’re next, motherfucker.”
The silence that filled the room was deafening, but there was also this release that seemed to flow from me like I’d never felt before.
I took a step back and looked down at the knife, the blade dripping red, viscous fluid onto the cracked and stained concrete floor.
When I lifted my head and looked at Derek’s lifeless form, I inhaled sharply, smelling the coppery tang of blood that filled my nose.
A nudge to my side had me looking toward Luca, who held out a bottle of vodka to me.I drank the alcohol until nothing was left, until my throat was numb and my belly full, my head feeling light. I moved the blade up, opening up the prick’s stomach like a hot knife going through butter, and pulled it out. Blood dripped from it, landing on my loafers.
“Finish him. Slowly,” Luca said and grinned, and I felt my pulse race as I faced off with the other man. All I saw was Liliana. All I saw was the way she wanted to save these fuckers, to sell herself to me and save them.
Fuck them.
I saw red for a long time, until someone pulled me back, and I was staring at the mutilated and sliced up body of Logan, barely hanging from the rafter, a huge puddle of blood below both men and spreading.
“Shit,” Milo said as he came closer and eyed the corpses before whistling low. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with the bodies?” Milo pushed at Logan’s chest with one finger, causing his body to swing from the ropes.
“Take them to the outskirts of town to the abandoned industrial district. There’s twenty acres. I’m sure you can find some place for them,” I said in a deep voice.
“You sure no one will come looking for them?” Milo pushed at Logan again, chuckling low when a squirt of blood came out of the gash in the side of his neck.
“Who the fuck cares if anyone comes looking?” I snapped, baring my teeth. “You do as you’re fucking told. Understand?”
Milo snapped his head up and looked at me, his throat working as he swallowed. He gave a sharp nod and stepped back, looking at the floor in a subservient gesture.
Motherfucker.
The sound of a lighter swishing open filled my ears, and I watched Luca light the end of a cigarette.
“What?” Luca said from around his cigarette, shrugging.
“Those things will kill you,” Milo chimed in, and we both looked at him, a moment of silence filling the room before Milo cleared his throat and focused on the floor again.
I walked over to the sink and washed my hands, watching the blood run down the brown-colored drain. “Get these fuckers in the ground. I have shit to do tonight.”
And with that, I dried off my hands, grabbed the duffle Luca brought that had a change of clothes for me, and leftButcher and Sons.
What I’d done tonight solidified Liliana’s fate.
It meant she was mine.
Chapter3
Liliana
TWO DAYS LATER
Idon't know what woke me up, but I stared at the ceiling, my heart racing, and this sense of dread settling deep within me. I laid there for a moment, listening, trying to calm this sudden fear.
When I heard nothing but my body refused to calm down, I pushed myself up on the bed and looked around. My breathing increased, my heart kept racing, and sleep wasn’t going to happen. After scrubbing a hand over my eyes, I stared out my bedroom window. The glass was old and foggy, with a crack in the corner that I’d had to repair with a strip of duct tape.
I figured my father and brother had broken in… again. Although I saw them infrequently anymore unless they had nowhere else to go… or hide from the problems chasing them. If they weren’t drunk as skunks or higher than kites and stumbling in, they were hiding from someone they owed money to.
