Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
The asshole who took my girl and our unborn kid from me.
He walks through the streets of the small resort town like he has nothing to fear. But in a few minutes, he is going to learn he is wrong. He has the worst to fear.
For eight years, he has escaped capture.
While my darkness has grown stronger.
And tonight, I’m letting the darkness out to play.
I step in behind him. Follow him along the coastal path through town. Past the little restaurants and the cafés and along the boardwalk with the ocean beside us.
He leaves the safety of the well-lit area. Passes the movie theater and the bars down a small alleyway and starts to whistle to himself.
Fucking whistle.
He turns right into a more shadowy alleyway and it’s where I get him. I take him by surprise and push him into a doorway so we are face to face. It takes him a moment, but his surprise gives way to recognition and the fear sets in. His irises widen and he starts to panic.
“It was just a job. Just a fucking job.”
I bring the knife to his throat and tilt my head.
“This is for Alice and the baby.”
I slam my knife into his belly and twist. His eyes widen and blood bubbles from his mouth.
He sags against the wall, his body wanting to fall.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I growl, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at me. “You’re not getting off that lightly. That wasn’t a wound that will kill you…”
I slam my blade in again.
“That one might …”
Then again.
“That one definitely will…”
And again.
“But that one was just meant to hurt…”
He coughs and splutters and starts to beg me to let him go. “It wasn’t personal.”
A new wave of rage crashes over me. “Oh, it was very fucking personal.”
Blood spills down his chin. “It was war.”
I grip his chin tighter. “And this is payback.”
I finally run the blade across his throat and a stream of red sprays into the twilight air.
But I don’t let him slump to the ground. I hold him up so I can watch the life drain slowly from him. Watch the fear and the panic swirl with the cold trickle of regret as his life leaves him.
Only when he is finally dead do I let him fall to the ground.
The retribution is done.
The circle is closed.
And a new enforcer for the Knights of St. Boniface has been born.
CHAPTER 51
Ella
I listen intently to Lars, and I hear every word.
Every cold-blooded detail.
“That’s me, Ella. That’s who I am,” he says. “I’m a cold-hearted killer.”
My heart aches for him. For the pain he’s carrying around.
“That’s not all you are,” I say softly. “You’re more than your revenge.”
“I’m a killer, Ella. It’s what I choose to do. I’ve made peace with it. But my question is, can you?”
If only he knew where I came from. What I’ve witnessed as the daughter of a mafia boss. The blood spilling. The revenge slayings. The heavy weight of knowing you’ll never escape it because it is a part of who you are and what your future is meant to be.
I reach up and touch his face, my fingers trailing down his high cheekbones. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch. His lips part with a soft breath.
I can’t change his past. I can’t erase years of pain and feelings of loss and loneliness. But I can ease his pain right now.
I push him down and slide onto him, and I feel his cock swell between my thighs.
“I accept all of you.” I reach between us, and he trembles when I take him in my hand. “I trust you.”
“I would never hurt you.”
“I know.”
And I do.
I know this man would burn down the world for me.
With my fingers wrapped around him, I rub the crown of his cock through my soaked pussy and feel him tremble again.
“I only ever use protection,” he rasps, his eyes heavily hooded with arousal.
“And I’ve only been with you,” I whisper. “So we’re both safe.”
I guide him inside me, then sink slowly down his length, taking every naked inch into my body. The intrusion is a snap of pleasure and pain as I’m stretched around his thickness.
Lars drags in a hungry breath. “Oh baby…” His voice thick with lust.
I start to move gently against him. A slow rock of my hips. Taking my time. Moving my body in a way that milks his length. Clenching tighter around him and earning a groan that vibrates through me.
His face ripples with lust as he grips my hips.
We make love slowly in the soft light. There is no urgency. No desperation. Just the slow movement of warm skin against skin and two gazes fused together in the moment.
He’s so beautiful.
His gorgeous inked flesh laid out beneath me as I ride him. His strong hands on my hips. His beautiful face tight with restraint as I rock slowly back and forth.