Inevitable (King Crime Family #2) - J.L. Beck Page 0,49

a bullet in his head and fuck Amara, it will be from his teachings.

“Men don’t beg,” he says quietly, his voice wobbly. Is he going to cry? Is this fucking pathetic excuse for a human going to cry? I’ve seen women handle death better than this guy.

“Glad you figured it out,” I mock, gripping the blade in my hand. With one single arch, I whip the blade at him, watching his eyes dilate, and his chest move for the last time.

The blade sinks straight into his throat. I listen to the gurgling sound of him struggling to breathe while blood fills his throat. I watch the light leave his eyes, and a sick sadistic smile spreads across my lips, causing my heart to swell with happiness.

“You didn’t have to kill him.” Eli sounds as if he is actually hurt. “Now, I have to go and make food runs.”

“Yes, I did. He was a weakness. He wouldn’t have done anything but drag us down.” I’m satisfied with all I’ve done, and as I watch the blood pour from him, I smile even more. Blood wasn’t a sign of death for me, but a sign of victory. I won.

“Remove his body and get ready to go. We have a plan to follow through with.” I’m going to get them. Both of them, or I’ll die fucking trying.

13

Enzo

I haven’t been myself lately. I’ve lost the roughness in my words and touch. I wasn’t the same man as I was before.

“This is… well… a very domesticated version of you.” Amara laughs easily, her hair moving as small breaths come from her mouth. I watch her fidget with the hem of her shirt.

We haven’t discussed anything pertaining to her being taken because I want this date to be just that—a date. A normal thing two people do when they want to get to know more about one another.

Dating wasn’t really my thing. I never fucked and stayed. Hell, I never even comforted anyone until Amara. I didn’t know what compassion, love, or softness was. Death, rage, and fury were all I knew. She lit a spark in my cold heart, stirring flames not stirred since my mother had died.

“See, I can do shit without a gun.” I smirk, reaching for my glass of water. We’re eating at a simple diner in town. The place reminds me of one of those towns you would see in movies. Definitely a far cry from the normal high-end restaurants I go to.

This isn’t my kind of scene, yet we seem to fit in here just right. Hell, being normal isn’t my kind of thing at all. It feels strange, but at the same time, welcoming.

“Lies…” She hisses out, taking the straw of her drink in between her teeth. “I bet you have your gun tucked right in the back of your pants. I bet you keep looking around the room to see who the first person will be to get shot if shit goes wrong, and I bet, more than anything, being this domesticated is fucking with your head.”

Do I really have it written all over my face, or does she simply know me that well?

“Dear Amara,” I growl, reaching across the table to grip her chin, “you know far more than anyone.”

Letting the straw slip from her mouth, she bites her bottom lip, which in turn causes my cock to swell. She makes me want to fuck her a hundred different ways, and right now on this table, in front of all these people is one of those ways.

“Your double bacon cheeseburger…” the waitress says, pulling me out of my little fantasy. “And an omelet for you...” I catch a slight annoyance to her tone as she slides Amara’s plate in front of her. Anger simmers deep within me. What is this bitch’s problem, and why did she feel the need to all but shove my food at me?

“Excuse me, but is there a problem?” I growl, pushing the plate forward. I catch Amara’s eyes as apprehension shows in them. She doesn’t want a blowout, and neither do I, but no one gets away with treating my girl or me like shit.

“Problem…” She says the words like she is pondering if there is a problem or not? She has five fucking seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on.

“Yeah, you know like, an issue. There isn’t a damn reason to shove shit at me. There is most definitely no reason to take that tone with my