Page 26 of His Retribution

My jaw and his both drop open in surprise. “This almost makes the fact that I’m going to kill you even better.” I say, as I laugh maniacally.

“Not so fast,” Le Manchot snickers from the shadows. He slinks out, pointing a gun right at Quinn. Another man appears, pointing his gun at Selena. “Turn yourself over to me, release my nephew, Christian, and don’t make another move or she’ll get it.” He snickers, convinced he has the upper hand.

“Whatever you want, Le Manchot, just let my sweet little angel go,” I plea, playing my part perfectly.

“Foiled again Christian. It would seem I am just a few steps ahead of you. What will it be? Save your beloved Quinn or end me once and for all? You can’t have both, it’s a shame you will have to choose to leave here dishonored once again.” Le Manchot laughs. He should know by now though, I always get the last laugh.

It’s enough to keep Le Manchot and the other guy distracted long enough for Quinn and Selena to both reach into their shirts. Quinn fumbles with her breasts for a moment before pulling out a bomb.

“Pull the pin and count to five,” Selena shouts as she pulls the pin from her own bomb, tossing it towards the gunman. The chaos creates an opportunity for me to squeeze off a few shots at Le Manchot.

I manage to clip him once on his hand, sending blood splattering, along with the gun that he was holding.

“Do you want to watch him splatter, baby?” I ask, smiling at Quinn.

“You know I do, sexy,” she responds licking her lips sensually.

Le Manchot shouts as I squeeze the trigger. Quinn throws the bomb at Le Manchot’s feet, then sprints towards me. Selena follows behind her while Clay covers them both. He shoots down two men who come running in the door. I drop his nephew’s body to the ground. “Traitors never prosper,” I snicker.

This wasn’t the clean tortured murder I had plotted, but as we continue to make our way to the waiting cars, I realize when I’m finished here, there will be no survivors. Clay is barking orders into his headset as I demand they pull the entire team out.

“It’s time,” I shout over the sound of exploding pipes.

“It’s time to detonate the insurance policy,” I say with a sinister laugh.

“The insurance policy?” Quinn asks.

“Mr. Extra, over here, bought himself some heat seeking rockets just to make sure there are no loose ends,” Clay explains.

Quinn turns to me in awe. “You did all this for me, Puddin pop? You cleaned it all up like a good boy,” she squeals with excitement.

“All for you, and that’s not all I plan to clean up like a good boy,” I say with a smolder.

“Can we push the button together, baby?” She asks. “I can’t wait to watch Le Manchot go kaboom.”

“Anything for you, Mon bijou,” I reply, pulling the detonator from my inside pocket.

We pause, standing right in front of the old run down factory. I hold the detonator out between us while pulling Quinn into my arms protectively. Together, we pressed the button and watched as the entire factory went up in flames. There’s no way in hell anyone is going to survive the explosion. It’s catastrophic.

I’vewaitedaneternityfor this moment. Le Manchot will no longer be a problem for any of us. Together with the help of the Peacocks, Arkham will restore order to the criminal sector. The others will bow to us or wish they had. Together, we are going to turn this city upside down. For now, I am going to do what I’ve been waiting over a month for. I am going to return to the comfort of my home. To the comfort of my bedroom. I am going to spend however long I desire breaking in every new surface in the place and I am going to get a good night’s rest knowing that for now no one dares to cross me. I’ve made an example out of the dirty little flightless bird. Le Manchot is rotting in hell, right where he deserves to be.

As I stare on at the flames licking the sides of the abandoned factory walls, the roof begins to give way, slowly crumbling and crashing into a smoking pile of debris. Le Manchot is dead, put to rest for daring to lay his hands on the one thing I hold above all else. The one thing he knew would send me pummeling over the edge and reacting in a violent rage. He anticipated my reaction in hopes my anger would blind me. What he didn’t plan for was Quinn. How could he have undermined a creature so magnificent as mon lionne,my lioness? Probably the same way I once did. Never again will I make that mistake. I give Quinn a tighter squeeze, my arms still wrapped protectively around her. My lips press into the spot where her jaw meets her neck, teasing her. I allow my lips to linger before pulling back. The act makes her shiver. Together, we watch for a few more moments as the rubble continues to smolder.

“Let’s go home, little bijou. I have so much to make up to you. I will forever be in your debt.” I purposely allow my breath to fall hot and heavy against her ear.

I can feel her smiling as she drags the words out sensually, “That’s good, Christian, because you’ve been a dirty little deviant. You may owe me for all eternity, but I know just the way you can repay your debt.”

It’s my turn to smirk. I like the way this negotiation is going.

“It will require long hours,” Quinn purrs, as she turns against me, leaning into my embrace. One hand grabs my throbbing cock while the other holds my chin, forcing my eyes to lock on her.

“I can handle it. Long hours aren’t a problem.” I growl, dropping my hands aggressively palming each cheek.

She smiles coyly. “Overtime?”

“I love overtime.” I practically pant.

“Business trips,” she continues, leading me towards my descent and destruction.

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