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“Stick it in deep, Siriano.”
As if he could.
He bit at the skin on her stomach. “Fucking Gano. I understand. You did this to him. This is how you seduced him.”
“I did nothing.”
“I am not like this. I do not shake. I do not,” he kissed her thigh, “make love.”
“Siriano.”
He looked up at her.
“Let me be the first woman you make love to.” She parted her legs. “Let me be the first woman who you make love to as you come inside her. You kept your promise. You took care of me. Let my pussy take care of you.”
He shook his head and gripped his hair.
She froze.
Not now.
Not now.
“Fucking witch!”
He kissed her, his tongue frantic like it was searching for hers while nervous and blindfolded.
She grabbed the knife.
Grunting, he fumbled with his pants, shoved them down, pulled away, and planted himself between her legs.
“Siriano, nowI’mshaking.”
“You fucking witch.” He groped at her inner thighs, opening them wider. “How did you do this? How did you make me want you so much, I’m about to come on myself before I am inside you?”
She tightened her grip around the knife.
As he positioned himself to enter her, she raised it and jammed it into the side of his neck.
Mo’s words came back to her:
“If you can pull it out, stab again. If you can’t stab again, take it with you.”
The knife slid like butter from his flesh.
She stabbed again, shoving hard, catching him in the side, up near his underarm. “My fucking baby, you piece of shit!” she screamed. “My husband? You think I would want you after what you did to my family? After you hurt my child?”
He slumped.
She pushed him off her body and dashed to the next room, directly to the door she’d seen him use multiple times. A staircase lay on the other side. Fueled by pure adrenaline, she climbed the stairs and pushed through a door at the top, which deposited her inside a modern one-story cabin.
The decor was minimal, and the Scandinavian architecture gave her a surge of hope they hadn’t left Sweden.
She exited through an all-glass front door. It was dark out, but the sun was breaking the horizon. With no time to strategize, she ran toward it, ran east.
Fallen branches scraped her ankles and calves.
Twigs poked at the bottom of her foot.
