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After the rifle is set up at the window I pull Stella's special bullet out of the casing and slide it into the port before I get behind the sights and take one final look at my best girl.
Even drugged up she was still something to look at. My cock hardened as I watch her head fall back against the wall, her fingers leisurely strolling down from her neck toward the center of her shirt.
"Take the fucking shot, Vittore." I reprimand myself.
I put pressure on the trigger but not enough to set it off. This is harder than I expected it to be. I shouldn't have spent so much time following her around. I shouldn't have connected with the idea of her.
Taking another deep breath, I focus my vision through the sights but this time instead of getting a good look at my girl, I see two men moving closer to her, rubbing on her arms and pushing her hair away from her face. Her eyes widen and for a second. I see the disbelief cross her expression as if she can't believe what she's hearing.
A cold sweat breaks over my brow as I continue to look at the situation unfolding in front of me. They want something from her, something that isn't theirs to take.
Not today. Not while I can help it.
I unload my gun, kiss the bullet and slide it into my pocket. Quickly, before I even have a chance to break down my weapon, I get on my feet and rush out of the abandoned apartment trying to get to where my girl is. My Stella.
It doesn't take long for me to get up to the drug den. I make it just in time to watch one of the two men yanking down his pants as Stella lay on her side whimpering in fear.
A rage, unlike anything I've ever felt before rushes through my body as I stare at the scene unfolding. They're touching her. They're making her cry. A woman as beautiful as Stella should be smiling up into the sunshine not crying in the shadows.
Doing a quick glance, I make sure no one else is around. Lucky for me, these two bastards have already scared off all of the other junkies. It's only the four of us in here. Crouching low, I silently pull the hunting knife from my back once again. The woman in the stairwell was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't deserve to suffer. These two assholes didn't fall in that category. They deserve to suffer.
Using the butt of the knife I hit the first man right in the temple dazing him before I slice his neck vertically, making sure not to hit any major arteries, but cutting deep enough to make sure he can't scream for help. His legs wobble and he falls to his knees a second later.
"What the fuck? What do you want, man? I wasn't doing anything." The friend stutters out as he stares down at his friend squirming and gasping on the floor.
"Liars don't get to live." My words are calm, they don't begin to depict the pulsing anger rolling through me.
"Wait.... wait!" The man screeches and throws his hands up in the air trying to stop the blow I'm sure he knows is coming..
Unfortunately for him, my patience has already worn thin. Knocking his hands out of the way I bring the knife down on his sunken gut. It's a shame the drugs have emaciated him so much. I prefer to cut into a bit of flesh, I like to hear the muscles slice apart. The satisfactory squelch of my blade sinking into a bit of meat.
I'll get no such joy here.
I slam my knife down over and over into his midsection. The hard blade clinked and bit into the man's frail bones. Bits and pieces of his organs getting caught in the serrations of my hunting knife. His cries for me to stop quickly turning into prayers to the all-mighty for mercy.
There is no God here. Only me. His reckoning.
The first man is dead far too quickly for my liking, so I focus my attention on the second man in the room. The one that was already tugging at his pants when I found them surrounding Stella.
The blood is pouring freely from his wound, and he's too weak to run away. He raises his hand up again trying to get me to stop.
My eyes focus on his mouth and though no sound comes out I can see him mouthing the word 'please', I never understood that. What's the point of begging when it's so clear that death is inevitable.
I don't waste any more time watching his mouth. I take my knife and slice his neck horizontally, turning my previous cut into a large cross on the man's neck. It's messy but pretty if I do say so myself.
"Are you going to kill me too?" A soft voice says from behind me. My heart squeezes hard in my chest as I turn to look at Stella.
"Yes. I'm going to kill you."
"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" She whispers and raises her eyes to look up at me.
"Change my mind. Oh Stella, don't you think these men wanted to change my mind too? If they had nothing to offer me, what makes you think you have something I'd want?" I smirk and take another step in her direction.
Instead of backing away she lifts her chin a bit higher and stares at me.
Against all odds she surprises me when she grabs the hem of her shirt and lifts it over her head showcasing a pair of world class tits. The drugs running rampant through her system have not done enough damage to change her body. At least not yet.
"Is this how you get your way in this world? Fuck your way out of trouble?" I snarl at her but my body moves closer to hers.
