Page 92 of Ferocious Nightmare

"Stupid, fucking whore." His face was in mine. His words flickered like an out of tune radio station.

I wanted to scream. To fucking kill this bastard. To shoot him in the head over and over, until all that was left of him was his brains splattered across the kitchen walls.

I wasn't a fucking whore.

I was of Bratva blood, and the new nightmare of this city.

And I was going to kill this motherfucking asshat.

Moving suddenly, I yanked my knife from my pocket and reared upwards.

Nero's eyes widened in surprise as I slammed the blade into his neck.

Blood gushed, his face paling. He had a look of disbelief.

Not waiting for him to react, I slammed my fist into his nuts. “This is for Lily." Slam. "And Rose, you asshole!"

His eyes darkened. He fell over me. Instead of dying, like the motherfucker should, he grabbed my hair.

Yanking my head back, he jerked the knife from his neck. Then stabbed it downward, towards my heart.

I was going to die.

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