forming in my throat. I can’t let her down. No, I won’t let her down.
On light feet, I make my way to the hallway and stick my head out around the corner. I smile like a sick bastard. It must be my lucky fucking day. I watch for a moment as two of the goons are in the hallway facing away from me. I lift the gun in my hands, feeling how heavy it is. Then I’m moving... I don’t waste any time, because time is my biggest enemy in this situation.
I step out of my hiding spot, aim the gun at one of the fuckers, and pull the trigger. The gun kicks back in my hand as the ear-piercing sound of the bullet leaving the barrel echoes throughout the house. I watch the lifeless body of the guy I just shot crumble to the floor just in time for his friend to turn and spot me. But that’s not going to stop me.
I pull the trigger again, the bullet finding its target perfectly, taking the guy out before he even had a change to move his lips. Fuck, I’ve just lost the element of surprise, but in doing so, I took out half the fucking men, so there’s that.
Moving backward with nimble feet and in the crouching position, I find myself in the kitchen hidden behind the heavy marble island.
“Oh, Ivan, that wasn’t really nice of you,” Luca’s annoying voice coaxes as if he’s trying to lure me out of hiding. “I just came to personally thank you for opening up a position for my promotion. That’s not exactly a way to treat guests, now is it?”
Is he really that stupid to think that I’ll talk to him and give up where I’m hiding?
“Where is that hot piece of ass you took? I planned to fuck her brains out, right after killing you... then depending on how good she was, I’d decide if she was worthy of a bullet or not.” I hear him walking around. His footsteps are precise, quiet, but I need him to come closer, I need him to be within range so I can blow his fucking head off.
“You know, Ivan, I must tell you that I could barely contain myself having her naked and tied up to the chair before the check. I mean, I don’t blame you for taking her. I’ve seen that pretty pussy up close. I may have even dipped a finger… or two.”
I clench my jaw and grip onto the gun tighter. I’m not stupid, I know he is trying to make me mad, trying to get me to make a mistake, show myself or engage in shitty conversation with him. Still, it’s fucking impossibly hard to fight the urge to get up and bash his face in with my fist. The bastard needs to die a long painful death for talking about my Violet.
“And, of course, there was the time I brought her to the cell after the shower. Did she tell you about that? That I sunk my fingers into her wet cunt? She begged me to stop, but I just couldn’t help myself. She was so fucking tight, so ready for me.”
He is fucking lying, I know he is. Violet would have told me… She would have, wouldn’t she? I try to push the anger away. I try to swallow it down. I can’t let him win. I need my mind sharp. Violet wouldn’t have let him touch her. She would’ve told me.
Closing my eyes, I listen to his footsteps approaching. He is close, but not close enough. I can feel the air shift in the room as his body continues to move closer to mine.
The need to kill pulses in my veins. I want to make this fucker bleed, and I will. I’ll make him bleed all over this fucking house. I blink my eyes open. Adrenaline soaks into every pore on my body, making me see and hear everything in high definition.
I twist around the island with my gun raised to shoot. I pull the trigger, watching as the bullet rips through his shoulder. A groan falls from his lips, and he stumbles backward. I smile and take another step closer, raising the barrel of the gun to his head. Right as I do, I see something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turn to see what the fuck it is fully but I’m a second too late.